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Out of the Northland bleak and bare,

O wind with a royal roar,

Fly, fly,

Through the broad arched sky,

Flutter the snow, and rattle and cry

At every silent door —

Loud, loud, till the children hear,

And meet the day with a ringing cheer:

"Hail to the Christmas-tide!"

INTO the silent waiting East

T here cometh a shining light —

Far, far,

Through a dull gray bar

Closing over a dying star

That watched away the night —

Rise, rise, shine and glow,

Over a wide white world of snow,

Sun of the Christmas-tide!

Out of the four great gates of day

A tremulous music swells;

Hear, hear,

Now sweet and clear,

Over and under and far and near,

A thousand happy bells:

Joy, joy, and jubilee!

Good-will to men from sea to sea,

This merry Christmas-tide!

Lo! in the homes of every land

The children reign to-day;

They alone,

With our hearts their throne,

And never a sceptre but their own

Small hands to rule and sway!

Peace, peace – the Christ-child's love —

Flies over the world, a white, white dove,

This happy Christmas-tide!