The Trapper's Christmas Eve Analysis

Rhymes of a Rolling StoneIt's mighty lonesome-like and drear.

Above the Wild the moon rides high,

And shows up sharp and needle-clear

The emptiness of earth and sky;

No happy homes with love a-glow;

No Santa Claus to make believe:

Just snow and snow, and then more snow;

It's Christmas Eve, it's Christmas Eve.And here am I where all things end,

And Undesirables are hurled;

A poor old man without a friend,

Forgot and dead to all the world;

Clean out of sight and out of mind . . .

Well, maybe it is better so;

We all in life our level find,

And mine, I guess, is pretty low.Yet as I sit with pipe alight

Beside the cabin-fir

take to-night

The backward trail of fifty year.

The school-house and the Christmas tree;

The children with their cheeks a-glow;

Two bright blue eyes that smile on me . . .

Just half a century ago.Again (it's maybe forty years),

With faith and trust almost divine,

These same blue eyes, abrim with tears,

Through depths of love look into mine.

A parting, tender, soft and low,

With arms that cling and lips that cleave . . .

Ah me! it's all so long ago,

Yet seems so sweet this Christmas Eve.Just thirty years ago, again . . .

We say a bitter,

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