From Santa Claus' most sacred nook,
Came forth this little prayerful book,
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Dear children, the hour is near,
Look 'round in every nook,
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That grand and noble woman dear,
Called Harriet Beecher Stowe,
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Man has a curious appetite,
He's all the time wishing to go;
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You've launched in a new vessel,
And down life's stream you're going,
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To Mrs. Annie Julia Cooper.
I read that book, "Voice from the South,"
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One little look from mother,
Has caused the innocent child,
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I had a dream the other night,
I saw some strange and mystic sights
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When I rise at early morn,
Need I fear of any harm—
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The sweet month of May was drawing to a close,
The month of hope and promise, of leaves
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You know that I love you, yet bid me adieu,
Can happiness live when absent from you?
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There's enough, dear children,
To do in the house,
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Who is it for the last two weeks
Has been in our town.
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When my daily toil is ended
And the sun begins to wane,
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I sought the sanctum of a bird,
I wanted information;
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O life why so imperfect?
And life cried in elation,
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Little Miss Snow Flake came to town
All dressed up in a velvet gown;
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Spotless, spotless, spotless, spotless,
At the sounding of that word,
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I went to bed the other night,
My sleep was sweet in part;
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A voice whispered to an infant,
Sitting on its mother's knees,
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There is a crime upon this land,
That works both night and day,
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I want to be a soldier,
From realms of heavenly light,
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Well, a woman went to congress,
Because she was elected;
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So crushed by sinful oppression,
Through the ages long and drear,
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To S----
A model girl, pure from her birth,
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There is a band of little thieves,
That often 'round me dart,
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Friends can't you tell me something?
I am weary and worn tonight.
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While Washington at Valley Forge,
Endured the winter's pest;
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The angel who unfetter'd St. Peter,
When bound in Jerusalem's jail;
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She has builded a human monument
The walls of which will stand,
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