CAROL OF THE OUTCAST

—Lyrics by A. J. Lewis—

(see octavo CQ2204)

Sing high with the holly and low with the berry; All will be gathered around my green tree. Where have they hidden you, O child of the manger, Child of my childhood and seal of my soul? 'They have wrapped me in tinsel and sold me at counters Tuning my song to the ring of their till.' Where can I find you, O child of the manger, Child of my childhood and seal of my soul? 'You can find me as ever with blind and with beggar, The lame and the prisoner, the broken in heart. At home with the homeless, I dine with the outcast; And if you receive them, then there shall I be.' Sing high with the holly and low with the berry; All will be gathered around my green tree.

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