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TWO POEMS By: Georgia Douglass Johnson CHRISTMAS EVE I looked from my window one Christmas Eve morn Saw basket and basket a-marketward bourne With heart filled with bitterness, pain and regret I saw them move homeward through eyes dim and wet. Full darkly I mused for my own larder bore But just a few fragments with faint hope of more... Then lo! there was light in my soul's sacred zone And there I saw envy stalk grimly alone! I cried unto God in my utter despair And poured out my penitence humbly in prayer... Then turning, I gazed from the window once more And blessed every bearer in basket and store. CHRISTMAS MEMORIES Lonesome Christmas morning No stockings in a row, No little tin horns blowing, No footsteps to and fro. Lonesome Christmas morning My empty heart must go Awearying the lone way To days of long ago. [[line]] Note: Georgia Douglass Johnson, a Washington, D. C. Federation Club woman, is a nationally and internationally known publicist and author. She is a graduate of Atlanta University and is the widow of the late Henry Lincoln Johnson who at one time was head of the office of the Recorder of Deeds at Washington, D. C.