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Creator: Battersby, H. S. (Hannah S.), -1887?
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For truest happiness is known to those Who learn to know themselves through struggles brave. Such conquerors steer serenely o'er the calm, Clear sea of life, as o'er its troubled wave. Knowing that the Great Father wills that man Should, through much strife and suffering win that prize, Whose precious fruits of knowledge wait for all Who use full well each moment as it flies. Then let us strive to form each thought, word, deed, On the exact, undeviating square, Seeking to learn and discipline ourselves, And win rewards which all who will may share. * * * * * CHRISTMAS MORN.
The World English Bible (WEB): 1 Thessalonians

Book 52 1 Thessalonians 001:001 Paul, Silvanus, and Timothy, to the assembly of the Thessalonians in God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. 001:002 We always give thanks to God for all of you, mentioning you in our prayers, 001:003 remembering without ceasing your work of faith and labor of love and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ, before our God and Father. 001:004 We know, brothers{The word for "brothers" here and where context allows may also be correctly translated "brothers and sisters" or "siblings."} loved by God, that you are chosen, 001:005 and that our Good News came to you not in word only, but also in power, and in the Holy Spirit, and with much assurance. You know what kind of men we showed ourselves to be among you for your sake. 001:006 You became imitators of us, and of the Lord, having received the word in much affliction, with joy of the Holy Spirit, 001:007 so that you became an example to all who believe in Macedonia and in Achaia. 001:008 For from you the word of the Lord has been declared, not only
Dear, happy Christmas! once again We joy to welcome thee, With all thy glad surroundings, grouped For world-wide jubilee. We'll crown thy peace-illumined brow With holly burnished bright, Entwined with glowing crimson buds, And mystic berries white. Then the sly bough of mistletoe We must not, cannot miss, For, privileged beneath its shade, We hope for many a kiss. Kisses of joy from those we love, Kisses of pardon, too, That chase all anger from the heart, And feelings seared renew. E'en as the song of peace on earth Flows lovingly from heaven, Should men forgive their foes, as they Expect to be forgiven-- Burying all painful bygones deep,