The Orator Tells of His Secret Joy


it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
While they laughed and sung
We with downcast faces waited
They lit a flame in the dark
Burning out the sunless days
Blowing on a waning spark
"Why mourn?" each glibly says
Then when they were spent and sated
Our despair to joy was recreated
With the return of the invincible sun--
At last the first bells of Christmas rung.

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