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There is no news tonight, for ‘tis the throbbing of the heart and not the intellectual grandeur of the head upon the throne tomorrow. The future is guided by* one golden thread which connects life to its loved ones gone before, while the past is linked to a thousand strings which vibrate as the harp and flood the soul with melody not new to any heart, yet unheard by any other.
There is no news tonight, for the din and confusion of the noisy world beyond is lost in the tumult which recollection recalls and upon which reminiscences ride to the guarded doors of the heart.
There is no news tonight, for the fancied scenes of the future and of toil and endeavor are clouded by the brilliant floods of the past, which pours its light upon the picture galley which time has hung upon the sainted walls of memory.
There is no news tonight, for this is the only day of the year when the bugle call of duty is lost in the discordant notes of the tin horn in the hands of a boy; lost in the , labor of love as the altar is built in our homes, and lost in the laughter of joy as he gilds the shrine for the passing of the holy day.
"Tis the mistletoe, the evergreen . and the holly whose banners are hung above the people today, and While the flag of the country dearest for such days, there is no news tonight, for *tis the birthday of the king.
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