Strophe

 1   1|      all his life inquired the way to such and such a place,
 2   1|    thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths
 3   1|     keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.'' ~"
 4   1|      and conduct them on their way. The ancient tower of a
 5   1|         and have forgotten the way out again. It was old enough
 6   2|     out of bed, and groped his way to the window. He was obliged
 7   2|     and the thermometer a long way below freezing; that he
 8   2|     would. ~"You recollect the way?'' inquired the Spirit. <
 9   2|     and coaches battle for the way, and all the strife and
10   2|     came the boy from over the way, who was suspected of not
11   2|       and back again the other way; down the middle and up
12   2|       in which in some strange way there were fragments of
13   3|      Tim's blood horse all the way from church, and had come
14   3|     numbers of people on their way to friendly gatherings,
15   3|       s nephew laughed in this way: holding his sides, rolling
16   3| Christmas Present knew it. The way he went after that plump
17   3|     ever had any tendency that way. ~"He has given us plenty
18   3|      them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were
19   4|     know much about it, either way. I only know he's dead.'' ~"
20   4|        of mine, and that's the way I ruin myself,'' said old
21   4|        own. My life tends that way, now. Merciful Heaven, what
22   4|       of service to you in any way,'' he said, giving me his
23   4|        so much as for his kind way, that this was quite delightful.
24   5|       think you are. Step this way, if you please.'' ~"It's