From Our Happy Home

By Louisa May Alcott

From our happy home

        Through the world we roam

        One week in all the year,

        Making winter spring

        With the joy we bring,

        For Christmas-tide is here.

        Now the eastern star

        Shines from afar

        To light the poorest home;

        Hearts warmer grow,

        Gifts freely flow,

        For Christmas-tide has come.

        Now gay trees rise

        Before young eyes,

        Abloom with tempting cheer;

        Blithe voices sing,

        And blithe bells ring,

        For Christmas-tide is here.

        Oh, happy chime,

        Oh, blessed time,

        That draws us all so near!

        "Welcome, dear day,"

        All creatures say,

        For Christmas-tide is here.