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The angelic song in Bethlehem field, On thy birthnight, that sung thee Savior born.

By the gift of a birthnight fan which she had never carried; and the arrangement of a party to which she had not gone.

The seeress looked down solemnly into the dark, piquant little face upturned so gravely to her own; into the wicked brown eyes, twinkling and glittering with such insufferable mischief and mirth; and, bending her tall body down, she again chanted, in her dreary tone: "Thou wast doomed from thy birth, oh, ill-fated child; Like thy birthnight, thy life shall be stormy and wild; There is blood on thine hand, there is death in thine eye, And the one who best loves thee, by thee shall he die!"

Knights gather, riding sharp for cold; I know The ways and woods are strangled with the snow; And with short song the maidens spin and sit Until Christ's birthnight, lily-like, arow.

Corky Palmer leads the three-class series in preparation for the George Washington Birthnight Banquet and Ball on Feb. 13.