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Carrier Address 1803 All hail to the season so jovial and gay, More grateful to News-Boys than blossoms of May, Than Summer's green gown, or Miss Autumn's brocade Bespangled with gold and with diamonds o'erlaid; Give me surly winter, bald-headed and bare, Cold nights, frosty mornings and keen piercing air, With storms roaring round him; rain, hail, sleet and snow, While hoarse from the mountains the howling winds blow; For Summer and Autumn and fair-bosom'd Spring, With their pinks and their peaches no holidays bring; But now comes blithe Christmas, while just in his rear Advances our saint, jolly, laughing, New-Year, Which, time immemorial, to us has been made The source of our wealth and support of our trade.