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The Mahogany Tree
by William Makepeace Thackeray


Christmas is here;

Winds whistle shrill,

Icy and chill,

Little care we;

Little we fear

Weather without,

Shelter'd about

The Mahogany Tree.


Once on the boughs

Birds of rare plume

Sang, in its bloom;

Night birds are we;

Here we carouse,

Singing, like them,

Perch'd round the stem

Of the jolly old tree.


Here let us sport,

Boys, as we sit-

Laughter and wit

Flashing so free.

Life is but short-

When we are gone,

Let them sing on,

Round the old tree.


Evenings we knew,

Happy as this;

Faces we miss,

Pleasant to see.

Kind hearts and true,

Gentle and just,

Peace to your dust!

We sing round the tree.


Care, like a dun,

Lurks at the gate:

Let the dog wait;

Happy we 'll be!

Drink every one;

Pile up the coals,

Fill the red bowls,

Round the old tree.


Drain we the cup.-

Friend, art afraid?

Spirits are laid

In the Red Sea.

Mantle it up;

Empty it yet;

Let us forget,

Round the old tree.


Sorrows, begone!

Life and its ills,

Duns and their bills,

Bid we to flee.

Come with the dawn,

Blue-devil sprite,

Leave us to-night,

Round the old tree.


Poetry by Thackeray

Christmas Poems

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