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=9 "Silent Night! Holy Night .'" The Batile Was Won The battle was won in a little house Where a mother sang when her boy had game, And the dad went out in the afternoon, And carefully cut and trimmed the lawn, Whistling a bit, so his wife could hear, Hiding his heartache when she was near. In a lonely kitchen with sunny walls, In the stately splendor of palace halls, In a ditch, a furrow, the deck nf a shipâ€" A steady smile on a trembling lipâ€" Wherever a kindly deed was done, There, my heart, was the battle won. Toronto Daily Star EDNA JACQUES.