Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Christmas in Art
 Christmas in Song
 Old English Carols
 Religious Poems
 Poems On Winter
 Back Cover

Group Title: Christmas in art and song : a collection of songs, carols and descriptive poems, relating to the festival of Christmas
Title: Christmas in art and song
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 Material Information
Title: Christmas in art and song a collection of songs, carols and descriptive poems, relating to the festival of Christmas
Physical Description: 128 p. : ill., music ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Raphael, 1483-1520 ( Illustrator )
Rubens ( Illustrator )
Nast, Thomas, 1840-1902 ( Illustrator )
Chapman, Frederick Augustus, 1818-1891 ( Illustrator )
Meadows, Joseph Kenny, 1790-1874 ( Illustrator )
Hows, John Augustus, 1832-1874 ( Illustrator )
Foster, Myles Birket, 1825-1899 ( Illustrator )
Gilbert, John, 1817-1897 ( Illustrator )
Perkins, Granville, 1830-1895 ( Illustrator )
Orr, Nathaniel ( Engraver )
Arundel Printing and Publishing Company ( Publisher )
Bobbett & Hooper ( Engraver )
Publisher: Arundel Printing and Publishing Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1879, c1878
Subject: Christmas -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1879   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1879
Genre: Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: Illustrated from drawings by distinguished artists.
General Note: Added engraved title page and illustrations printed in sepia.
General Note: Illustrations engraved by Bobbett-Hooper and N. Orr after John Gilbert, G. Perkins, John A. Hows, B. Foster, K. Meadows, Raphael, Rubens, F.A. Chapman and T. Nast.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00047788
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002470137
notis - AMH5650
oclc - 00399339
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Half Title
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Title Page
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Table of Contents
        Page 11
        Page 12
    List of Illustrations
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Christmas in Art
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
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        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
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        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Christmas in Song
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Christmas in the Olden Time
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
        Christmas Comes but Once a Year
            Page 49
            Page 50
            Page 51
            Page 52
        Christmas is Come
            Page 53
            Page 54
            Page 55
        Christmas Time
            Page 56
            Page 57
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
        Old Christmas
            Page 62
        Christmas Tide
            Page 63
            Page 64
            Page 65
        Christmas Minstrelsy
            Page 66
            Page 67
            Page 68
        The Knighting of the Sirloin of Beef by Charles the Second
            Page 69
            Page 70
            Page 71
            Page 72
        The Mahogany Tree
            Page 73
        The Approach of Christmas
            Page 74
        The Mistletoe
            Page 75
        The Christmas Holly
            Page 76
        The Holly Berry
            Page 77
            Page 78
        Holly Song
            Page 79
        Church-Decking at Christmas
            Page 80
    Old English Carols
        Boar's Head Carols
            Page 81
            Page 82
            Page 83
            Page 84
            Page 85
        A Carol for a Wassail Bowl
            Page 86
            Page 87
        Ceremony for Christmas Eve
            Page 88
            Page 89
        "In Excelsis Gloria"
            Page 90
    Religious Poems
        A Hymn on the Nativity of My Saviour
            Page 91
        For Christmas Day
            Page 92
            Page 93
            Page 94
        Of Christ's Birth in an Inn
            Page 95
        Hymn to the Nativity
            Page 96
            Page 97
            Page 98
            Page 99
            Page 100
            Page 101
            Page 102
            Page 103
            Page 104
            Page 105
        A Christmas Carol
            Page 106
            Page 107
        Christmas Day
            Page 108
            Page 109
        A Christmas Hymn
            Page 110
            Page 111
        The Nativity
            Page 112
        Christmas Carol
            Page 113
    Poems On Winter
        I. Shakespeare
            Page 114
        II. Edmund Spenser
            Page 116
        III. Thomson
            Page 116
            Page 117
        IV. Cowper
            Page 118
        V. Southey
            Page 118
        The Christmas Tree
            Page 119
            Page 120
        A Christmas Carol
            Page 121
            Page 122
        Church Bells
            Page 123
        A Visit from St. Nicholas
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
        The Death of the Old Year
            Page 127
            Page 128
    Back Cover
        Cover 3
        Cover 4
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL (splendidly illustrated.).............................. 15


CHRISTMAS IN THE OLDEN TIME ............... Sir Walter Scott.......... 45
CHRISTMAS COMES BUT ONCE A YEAR ........... Thomas liiller........... 49
CHRISTMAS IS COME ...................... ........ Albert Smiith............ 53
CHRISTMAS TIME.................. ........... 7ohn Clare............... 56
OLD CHRISTMAS................................ F. : ........... 62
CHRISTMAS TID. ........... ................. Eliza Cook................ 63
CHRISTMAS MINSTRELSY......................... V.Wordsworth .......... 66
KNIGHTING THE LOIN OF BEE. ................. ..................... 69
W ASSAIL.................. .. .. ............................ ............. 71
THE MAHOGANY TREE ........................W. f. Thackeray ........ 73
THE APPROACH OF CHRISTMAS. ................. 7ohn Gay................ 74
THE MISTLETOE .............................. Barry Cornwall ......... 75
THE CHRISTMAS HOLLY .....................Eliza Cook .............. 76
THE HOLLY BERRY ........................... .Thomas 'Iillcr........... 77
HOLLY SONG............................... .... William Shakespeare...... 79
CHURCH-DECKING AT CHRISTMAS... ........... W. Wordsworth .......... 80

BOAR'S HEAD CAROLS........... .............................. ... 81
A CAROL FOR A WASSAIL BOWL .................................. 86
CEREMONY FOR CHRISTMAS EVE. ............. ... ............ 88
"IN EXCELSIS GLORIA".................. ........................ 90

12 ConYzens.

A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR.. .Ben Jonson ............. 91

FOR CHRISTMAS DAY......................Bishop fall ............. 92

CHRISTMAS......... ........................ George IIc bei ............ 94

CHRIST'S BIRTH IN AN INN ................. eremy Tarlor............ 95
HYMN TO THE NATIVITY ................. .John 2fiolton........... 96

A CHRISTMAS CAROL....................... Coleridge ........... 106

CHRISTMAS DAY............................ Geore Wither............ IO8

A CHRISTMAS HYMN ........... .... .....AlfredDonmmett .......... Ii

THE NATIVITY ............................ 7. Blew ............ 112

CHRISTMAS CAROL ............ ........... Ifrs. Ifemans ............ 113


I.-SHAKESPEARE ............................................... 114

II.- EDMUND SPENSER ........... .............. ................... 116
III.-THOMSON....................................... ............. 116

IV.- COW PER..................................................... 1 8

V.- SOUTHEY ........................ ........... ............... 118

THE CHRISTMAS TREE ................................................ 119

A CHRISTMAS CAROL ........................ I. V. Longfellow........ 121

CHURCH BELLS ................................ John Kleble................ 23
A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS. ..................... Clement C. Afoore......... 124

THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR................ Alfred Tennyson......... 127

FRONTISPIECE-Christmas For Ever........... 7ohn Gilbert............. 6

TITLE PAGE- Christmas in Art and Song .... Perkins............... 7


SUB-TITLE PAGE............................... Johnz A. Hoows........... 15

CHRIST WAS BORN ON CHRISTMAS DAY "....... .......... 19

"HE IS BORN TO SET US FREE" .... .......... .......... 23


"THE BABE, THE SON," ETC....... .... ..... .......... 27

CHRISTIAN MEN, REJOICE AND SING ".......... ........ 29
"THE GOD, THE LORD," ETC .................. .......... 31

"NIGHT OF SADNESS," ETC ............. .. ...... .. 33





A CHRISTMAS MASQUE ........................oln Gilber!............. 45

CHRISTMAS ALMS-GIVING .................... ...Birket Fosier................. 47

GATHERING MISTLETOE ....................... ............. 48

THE BARONIAL HALL. .........................7. Gilbert ............... 50

A MERRY CHRISTMAS..........................Kenny Meadozvs.......... 54

THE WASSAIL ............................... Birket Foster. ........... 57

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BRINGING IN CHRISTMAS .......................Harvey................. 6

CHRISTMAS FIRESIDE........................... Birket Foster............ 65

CHRISTMAS MINSTRELSY...................... ............ 66

KNIGHTING THE LOIN OF BEEF ................ J. Gilbert ................ 70
W ASSAIL ...................................... Birket Foster...... ...... 72

THE CHRISTMAS BOWL ........... ........... ........... 74

GATHERING HOLLY ............... ... ...... I ........... 79
HUNTING THE BOAR .................. ... ............. 81

BRINGING IN THE BOAR'S HEAD ................ ............. 85
BRINGING IN THE YULE LOG.. ................ ............. 89

THE MADONNA ................... ........... Raphael................. 93

THE NATIVITY .......... ....................Rubens................ 97

THE SHEPHERDS............................... arvey.................. IOO

THE ADORATION............................. ...... .......... 105

CHRISTMAS EVE AND CHRISTMAS DAY .......... From the German ......... 109

THE OWL.................................... Birket Foster. ............. 114
BRINGING HOME WINTER LOGS ................. ............. 114

W INTER CHURCH SCENE ....................... .. ......... 115

A WINTER SCENE............................. .F. V. Quartly ........... 117

CHRISTMAS TREE...............................F. A. Chlaplman........... 120

ST. NICHOLAS. ................................ T. a. st ................. 125


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HEAP on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had rolled,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all its hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honor to the holy night;
On Christmas eve the bells were rung;

46 Christmas in Art &r Song.

On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night, in all the year,
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
To gather in the mistletoe;
Then opened wide the baron's hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside,
And ceremony doffed his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose.
The lord, underogating, share
The vulgar game of "post and pair."
All hailed, with uncontrolled delight,
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide;
The huge hall-table's oaken face,
Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace,
Bore then upon its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord.
Then was brought in the lusty brawn
By old blue-coated serving-man;
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high,
Crested with bays and rosemary.
"Well can the green-garbed ranger tell
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death he tore,
And all the baiting of the boar.

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48 Christmas in Art & Song.

The Wassail round, in good brown bowls,
Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls.
There the huge sirloin reeked; hard by
Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie;
Nor failed old Scotland to produce,
At such high tide, her savory goose.
Then came the merry masquers in,
And carols roared with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery;
White shirts supplied the masquerade,
And smutted cheeks the visors made;
But, 0 what masquers, richly dight,
Can boast of bosoms half so light !
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.

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THOSE Christmas bells so sweetly chime,
As on the day when first they rung
So merrily in the olden time,
And far and wide their music flung:
Shaking the tall gray ivied tower,
With all their deep melodious power:
They still proclaim to every ear,
Old Christmas comes but once a year.

Then he came singing through the woods,
And plucked the holly bright and green;
Pulled here and there the ivy buds;
Was sometimes hidden, sometimes seen- -
Half-buried neathh the mistletoe,
His long beard hung with flakes of snow;
And still he ever carolled clear,
Old Christmas comes but once a year.

He merrily came in days of old,
When roads were few, and ways were foul;
Now staggered,-now some ditty trolled,
Now drank deep from his wassail-bowl:
His holly silvered o'er with frost.
Nor ever once his way he lost,
For reeling here and reeling there,
Old Christmas comes but once a year.

The hall was then with holly crowned,
'Twas on the wild deer's antlers placed;

50 Christmas in Art C Song.

It hemmed the battered armor round,
And every ancient trophy graced.
It decked the boar's head, tusked and grim,
The wassail-bowl wreathed to the brim.
A summer-green hung everywhere,
For Christmas came but once a year

His jaded steed the arm6d knight
Reined up before the abbey gate;
By all assisted to alight,
From humble monk, to abbot great
They placed his lance behind the door,
His armor on the rush-strewn floor;
And then brought out the best of cheer,
For Christmas came but once a year.

Christmas Comes but Once a Year.

The maiden then, in quaint attire,
Loosed from her head the silken hood,
And danced before the yule-clog fire-
The crackling monarch of the wood;
Helmet and shield flashed back the blaze
In lines of light, like summer rays,
While music sounded loud and clear;
For Christmas came but once a year

"What though upon his hoary head
Have fallen many a winter's snow,
His wreath is still as green and red
As 'twas a thousand years ago.
For what has he to do with care?
His wassail-bowl and old arm-chair
Are ever standing ready there,
For Christmas comes but once a year.

No marvel Christmas lives so long;
He never knew but merry hours;
His nights were spent with mirth and song,
In happy homes and princely bowers;
Was greeted both by serf and lord,
And seated at the festal board;
While every voice cried, Welcome here,"
Old Christmas comes but once a year.

But what care we for days of old,
The knights whose arms have turned to rust,
Their grim boars' heads, and pasties cold,
Their castles crumbled into dust?
Never did sweeter faces go,
Blushing beneath the mistletoe,

52 Christmas in Art & Song.

Than are to-night assembled here,
For Christmas still comes once a year.

For those old times are dead and gone,
And those who hailed them passed away
Yet still there lingers many a one,
To welcome in old Christmas Day.
The poor will many a care forget,
The debtor think not of his debt;
But, as they each enjoy their cheer,
Wish it was Christmas all the year.

And still around these good old times
We hang like friends full loath to part,
We listen to the simple rhymes
Which somehow sink into the heart,
"Half musical, half melancholy,"
Like childish smiles that still are holy;
A masquer's face dimmed with a tear,
For Christmas comes but once a year.

The bells which usher in that morn,
Have ever drawn my mind away
To Bethlehem, where Christ was born,
And the low stable where He lay,
In which the large-eyed oxen fed;
To Mary bowing low her head,
And looking down with love sincere;
Such thoughts bring Christmas once a year.

At early day the youthful voice,
Heard singing on from door to door,
Makes the responding heart rejoice,

Christmas is Come. 53

To know the children of the poor
For once are happy all day long;
"We smile and listen to the song,
The burden still remote or near,
"Old Christmas comes but once a year."

Upon a gayer, happier scene,
Never did holly berries peer,
Or ivy throw its trailing green,
On brighter forms than there are here,
Nor Christmas in his old arm-chair
Smile upon lips and brows more fair:
Then let us sing amid our cheer,
Old Christmas still comes once a year.

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THE old north breeze through the skeleton trees
Is chanting the year out drearily;
But loud let it blow, for at home we know
That the dry logs crackle cheerily;
And the frozen ground is in fetters bound;
But pile up the wood, we can burn it;
For Christmas is come, and in every home
To summer our hearts can turn it
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, abroad and at home;
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, for Christmas is come.

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Christmans is Come.

And far and near, o'er landscape drear,
From casements brightly streaming,
With cheerful glow on the fallen snow
The ruddy light is gleaming;
The wind may shout as it likes without,
It may bluster, but never can harm us ;
For a merrier din shall resound within,
And 'our Christmas feelings warm us.
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, abroad and at home;
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, for Christmas is come.

The flowers are torpid in their beds,
Till spring's first sunbeam sleeping;
Not e'en the snowdrops' pointed heads
Along the earth are peeping;
But groves remain on each frosted pane
Of feathery trees and bowers;
And fairer far we'll maintain they are
Than summer's gaudiest flowers.
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, abroad and at home;
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, for Christmas is come.

Let us drink to those eyes we most dearly prize,
We can show how we love them after;
The fire blaze cleaves to the bright holly leaves,
And the mistletoe hangs from the rafter;
We care not for fruit, whilst we here can see
Their scarlet and pearly berries;

56 Christmas in Art & Song.

For the girls' soft cheeks shall our peaches be,
And their pouting lips our cherries.
Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, abroad and at home;
"Wassail! wassail!
Here's happiness to all, for Christmas is come.

Qristm gme.


GLAD Christmas comes, and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now,
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth,
And crown him with a holly bough;
Though tramping neathh a winter sky,
O'er snowy paths and rimy stiles,
The housewife sets her spinning by,
To bid him welcome with her smiles.

Each house is swept the day before,
And windows stuck with evergreens;
The snow is besomed from the door,
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes.
Gilt holly with its thorny pricks,
And yew, and box, with berries small,
These deck the unused candlesticks,
And pictures hanging by the wall.

Neighbors resume their annual cheer,
Wishing, with smiles and spirits high,

Christmas Timc.

Glad Christmas and a happy year,
To every morning passer-by;
Milkmaids their Christmas journeys go,

Accompanied by a favored swain;
And children pace the crumpling snow,
To taste their granny's cake again.

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The shepherd now no more afraid,
Since custom doth the chance bestow,
Starts up to kiss the giggling maid,
Beneath the branch of mistletoe,
That neathh each cottage beam is seen,
With pearl-like berries shining gay;
The shadow still of what hath been,
Which fashion yearly fades away.

The singing waits-a merry throng,
At early morn, with simple skill,
Yet imitate the angel's song,
And chant their Christmas ditty still;
And, 'mid the storm that dies and swells
By fits, in hummings softly steals
The music of the village bells,
Ringing around their merry peals.

When this is past, a merry crew,
Bedecked in masks and ribbons gay,
The Morris Dance, their sports renew,
And act their winter evening play.
The clown turned king, for penny praise,
Storms with the actor's strut and swell,
And harlequin, a laugh to raise,
Wears his hunch-back and tinkling bell.

And oft for pence and spicy ale,
With winter nosegays pinned before,
The wassail-singer tells her tale,
And drawls her Christmas carols o'er.
While 'prentice boy, with ruddy face,
And rime-bepowdered dancing locks,

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From door to door, with happy face,
Runs round to claim his "Christmas-box."

The block upon the fire is put,
To sanction custom's old desires,
And many a fagot's bands are cut,
For the old farmer's Christmas fires;
Where loud-tongued gladness joins the throng,
And Winter meets the warmth of May,
Till, feeling soon the heat too strong,
He rubs his shins and draws away.

While snows the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm.
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there its pleasures to impart,
And children, 'tween their parents' knees,
Sing scraps of carols off by heart.

And some, to view the winter weathers,
Climb up the window seat with glee,
Likening the snow to falling feathers,
In fancy's infant ecstacy;
Laughing, with superstitious love,
O'er visions wild that youth supplies,
Of people pulling geese above,
And keeping Christmas in the skies.

As though the homestead trees were drest,
In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
As though the sun-dried martin's nest,

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Instead of ic'cles hung the eaves;
The children hail the happy day-
As if the snow were April's grass,
And pleased, as neathh the warmth of May,
Sport o'er the water froze to glass.

Thou day of happy sound and mirth
That long with childish memory stays,
How blest around the cottage hearth,
I met thee in my younger days,
Harping, with rapture's dreaming joys,
On presents which thy coming found,
The welcome sight of little toys,
The Christmas gift of cousins round.

About the glowing hearth at night,
The harmless laugh and winter tale
Go round; while parting friends delight
To toast each other o'er their ale.
The cotter oft with quiet zeal
Will, musing, o'er his Bible lean;
While, in the dark the lovers steal,
To kiss and toy behind the screen.

Old customs! 0 I love the sound,
However simple they may be;
Whate'er with time hath sanction found,
Is welcome, and is dear to me;
Pride grows above simplicity,
And spurns them from her haughty mind:
And soon the poet's song will be
The only refuge they can find.

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ONCE more the rapid, fleeting year
Has brought old Christmas to the door;
Come, let us treat him with such cheer.
As folks were wont in days of yore,
When burgher grave, and belted knight,
And cottage maid, and lady fair,
Obeyed the old familiar sprite,
And, at his bidding, banished Care--
That sullen, surly, melancholy wight.

Let's hang from beams all black with time,
The mistletoe's insidious bough,
'Neath which, as little birds with lime,
Young girls are snared, "they know not ho -
The horrid thing-they never thought
It half so near-for if they had,
'Tis certain they had not been caught-
On that rely-it was too bad,
And not at all behaving as one ought."

Upon the hearth pile up the fire,
And, that it may burn clear and bright,
Cast in it every base desire,
All envy, hatred, vengeance, spite;
Believe me, the event will show
By acting in this way you'll gain-
For you will feel a genial glow
Dance through each gladly-swelling vein,
And onwards to your very heart's core go.

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Bring, too, the sparkling wassail-bowl,
That jolly Christmas holds so dear,
And if you'd have it warm your soul-
The mind as well as body cheer-
Amid the wine and spirit pour
The blessings from some humble roof;
A little charity is sure
To call them forth; in sober truth,
They'll give the draught one matchless flavor more.

And you, fair Sovereign of this isle,
Who love to deck the Christmas tree,
So that the massy, regal pile
Resound with mirth and jollity,
Remember that the stem with new
Strength thrives, if pruned with careful hand,
Then trim your Christmas sapling, too,
And to the poor throughout the land
Send of the shoots thus lopped away a few.

gljristmas gi e.


WHEN the merry spring-time weaves
Its peeping bloom and dewy leaves;
When the primrose opes its eye,
And the young moth flutters by;
When the plaintive turtle-dove
Pours its notes of peace and love;
And the clear sun flings its glory bright and wide-

f4 Christmas in Art c& Song.

Yet my soul will own
More joy in winter's frown,
And wake with warmer flush at Christmas tide.

The summer beams may shine
On the rich and curling vine,
And the noontide rays light up
The tulip's dazzling cup;
But the pearly mistletoe,
And the holly berries' glow,
Are not even by the boasted rose outvied;
For the happy hearths beneath
The green and coral wreath
Love the garlands that are twined at Christmas tide.

Let the autumn days produce
Yellow corn and purple juice,
And Nature's feast be spread
In the fruitage ripe and red;
'Tis grateful to behold
Gushing grapes, and fields of gold,
When cheeks are browned, and red lips deeper dyed;
But give, oh! give to me,
The winter night of glee,
The mirth and plenty seen at Christmas tide.

The northern gust may howl,
The rolling storm-cloud scowl,
King Frost may make a slave
Of the river's rapid wave;
The snow-drift choke the path,
Or the hail-shower spend its wrath,

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But the sternest blast right bravely is defied,
"While limbs and spirits bound
To the merry minstrel sound,
And social wood-fires blaze at Christmas tide.

The song, the laugh, the shout,
Shall mock the storm without;
And the sparkling wine-foam rise
'Neath still more sparkling eyes;
The forms that scarcely meet
Then hand to hand shall greet,
And soul pledge soul that leagues too long divide.
Mirth, friendship, love, and light,
Shall crown the winter night,
And every glad voice welcome Christmas tide.

But while joy's echo falls
In gay and plenteous halls,
Let the poor and lowly share
The warmth, the sports, the fare;
For the one of humble lot
Must not shiver in his cot,
But claim a bounteous meed from wealth and pride.
Shed kindly blessings round,
Till no aching heart be found,
And then all hail to merry Christmas tide 1


Cipsteaa ?ilnstrclsn.



THE Minstrels played their Christmas tune
To-night beneath my cottage eaves;
While, smitten by a lofty moon,
The encircling laurels, thick with leaves,
Gave back a rich and dazzling sheen,
That overpowered their natural green.

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Through hill and valley every breeze
Had sunk to rest with folded wings:
Keen was the air, but could not freeze,
Nor check the music of the strings;
So stout and hardy were the band
That scraped the chords with strenuous hand I

And who but listened ?-till was paid
Respect to every inmate's claim:
The greeting given, the music played,
In honor of each household name,
Duly pronounced with lusty call,
And "merry Christmas" wished to all

O brother! I revere the choice
That took thee from thy native hills;
And it is given thee to rejoice:
Though public care full often tills
(Heaven only witness of the toil)
A barren and ungrateful soil.

Yet, would that thou, with me and mine,
Hadst heard this never-failing rite;
And seen on other faces shine
A true revival of the light,
Which Nature and these rustic powers,
In simple childhood, spread through ours!

For pleasure hath not ceased to wait
On these expected annual rounds;
Whether the rich man's sumptuous gate
Call forth the unelaborate sounds,
Or they are offered at the door
That guards the lowliest of the poor.

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How touching, when, at midnight, sweep
Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark,
To hear-and sink again to sleep !
Or, at an earlier call, to mark,
By blazing fire, the still suspense
Of self-complacent innocence!

The mutual nod,-the grave disguise
Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er;
And some unbidden tears that rise
For names once heard, and heard no more;
Tears brightened by the serenade
For infant in the cradle laid.

Ah! not for emerald fields alone,
With ambient streams more pure and bright
Than fabled Cytherea's zone
Glittering before the Thunderer's sight,
Is to my heart of hearts endeared
The ground where we were born and reared I

Hail, ancient Manners! sure defence,
Where they survive, of wholesome laws;
Remnants of love whose modest sense
Thus into narrow room withdraws;
Hail, Usages of pristine mould,
And ye that guard them, Mountains old!

Bear with me, brother! quench the thought
That slights this passion, or condemns;
If thee fond Fancy ever brought
From the proud margin of the Thames,
And Lambeth's venerable towers,
To humbler streams and greener bowers.

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Yes, they can make, who fail to find,
Short leisure even in busiest days,
Moments to cast a look behind,
And profit by -those kindly rays
That through the clouds do sometimes steal,
And all the far-off past reveal.

Hence, while the imperial City's din
Beats frequent on thy satiate ear,
A pleased attention I may win
To agitations less severe,
That neither overwhelm nor cloy,
But fill the hollow vale with joy!

8Ijt ~~im1itingrg tif Ilt Iirloin of Nf by 6ljarlt tlt ard.b,

THE Second CHARLES of England
Rode forth one Christmas tide,
To hunt a gallant stag of ten,
Of Chingford woods the pride.

The wind blew keen, the snow fell fast,
And made for earth a pall,
As tired steeds and wearied men
Returned to Friday Hall.

The blazing logs, piled on the dogs,
Were pleasant to behold!
And grateful was the steaming feast
To hungry men-and cold.

Knighting -he Loin of Eeas

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With right good-will all took their fill,
And soon each found relief;
Whilst Charles his royal trencher piled
From one huge loin of beef.

Quoth Charles, Odd's fish! a noble dish I
SAye, noble made by me !
By kingly right, I dub thee knight-
SIR LOIN henceforward be!"

And never was a royal jest
Received with such "acclaim:"
And never knight than good SIR LoIN
More worthy of the name.

WASSAIL! wassail! Ye merry men, hail,
Who brightened the days of old;
What brave conceits, and humorsome feats,
Are sung of our fathers bold!
From morning chime, unto vesper time,
They revelled in careless glee,
And danced at night with spirits as light
As the notes of their minstrelsy.

Wassail! wassail! At the knight's regale
'Twas the signal for deep carouse,
Nor there alone, for the joyous tone
Shook many a priestly house;

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The monks forgot their bachelor's lot,
Surrounded by goodly cheer,
And raised the cup, in its brim full up,
To the utter contempt of care.

Wassail! wassail! cried the yeoman hale,
As he shouldered his quarter-staff,
And homeward rode where the spiced ale stood
Awaiting his hearty quaff;
The cot meanwhile, lit up by the smile
Of a frank, good-hearted mirth,
And free to all who might chance to call,
Was the happiest place on earth I

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CHRISTMAS is here; Here let us sport,
Winds whistle shrill, Boys, as we sit;
Icy and chill: Laughter and wit
Little care we. Flashing so free.
Little we fear Life is but short-
Weather without, When we are gone,
Sheltered about Let them sing on,
The Mahogany Tree. Round the old tree.

Commoner greens, Evenings we knew,
Ivy and oaks, Happy as this;
Poets, in jokes, Faces we miss,
Sing, do you see: Pleasant to see.
Good fellows' shins Kind hearts and true,
Here, boys, are found, Gentle and just,
Twisting around Peace to your dust!
The Mahogany Tree. We sing round the tree.

Once on the boughs Care, like a dun,
Birds of rare plume Lurks at the gate:
Sang, in its bloom: Let the dog wait;
Night birds are we; Happy we'll be!
Here we carouse, Drink every one;
Singing, like them, Pile up the coals,
Perched round the stem Fill the red bowls,
Of the jolly old tree. Round the old tree!


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Drain we the cup.- Sorrows, begone!
Friend, art afraid? Life and its ills,
Spirits are laid Duns and their bills,
In the Red Sea. Bid we to flee.
Mantle it up; Come with the dawn
Empty it yet; Blue-devil sprite,
Let us forget, Leave us to-night,
Round the old tree. Round the old tree.


WHEN rosemary, and bays, the poets' crown,
Are bawled, in frequent cries, through all the town;
Then judge the festival of Christmas near,-
Christmas, the joyous period of the year.
Now with bright holly all your temples strew,
"With laurel green, and sacred mistletoe;
Now, heaven-born Charity! thy blessings shed;
Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head;

The Mistletoe.

Bid shivering limbs be warm; let Plenty's bowl
In humble roofs make glad the needy soul !
See, see the heaven-born maid her blessings shed;
Lo meagre Want uprears her sickly head;
Clothed are the naked, and the needy glad,
While selfish Avarice alone is sad.

g Ijli tletot.


WHEN winter nights grow long,
And winds without blow cold,
We sit in a ring round the warm wood fire,
And listen to stories old !
And we try to look grave (as maids should be),
When the men bring in boughs of the laurel-tree.
0, the laurel, the evergreen tree !
The poets have laurels, and why not we ?

How pleasant, when night falls down,
And hides the wintry sun,
To see them come in to the blazing fire,
And know that their work is done;
Whilst many bring in, with a laugh or rhyme,
Green branches of holly for Christmas time.
0, the holly, the bright green holly I
It tells (like a tongue) that the times are jolly I

Sometimes-(in our grave house
Observe, this happeneth not;)

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But at times the evergreen laurel boughs,
And the holly are all forgot,
And then-what then? why, the men laugh low,
And hang up a branch of-the mistletoe!
Oh, brave is the laurel! and brave is the holly.
But the mistletoe banisheth melancholy I
Ah, nobody knows, nor ever shall know,
What is done under the mistletoe.

Elte (ristes |iom4g.


THE holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay-
Come give the holly a song;
For it helps to drive stern winter away,
"With his garment so sombre and long;
It peeps through the trees with its berries of red,
And its leaves of burnished green,
When the flowers and fruits have long been dead,
And not even the daisy is seen.
Then sing to the holly, the Christmas holly,
That hangs over peasant and king;
While we laugh and carouse neathh its glittering boughs,
To the Christmas holly we'll sing.

The gale may whistle, the frost may come
To fetter the gurgling rill;
The woods may be bare, and warblers dumb,
But holly is beautiful still.
In the revel and light of princely halls
The bright holly branch is found;

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And its shadow falls on the lowliest walls,
While the brimming horn goes round.
Then drink to the holly, &c.

The ivy lives long, but its home must be
Where graves and ruins are spread;
There's beauty about the cypress tree,
But it flourishes near the dead;
The laurel the warrior's brow may wreathe,
But it tells of tears and blood;
I sing the holly, and who can breathe
Aught of that that is not good ?
Then sing to the holly, &c.


GONE are the summer hours,
The birds have left their bowers;
While the holly true retains.his hue,
Nor changes like the flowers.
On his arm6d leaf reposes
The berries tinged like roses;
For he's ever seen in red or green,
While grim old Winter dozes.
Then drink to the holly berry,
With hey down, hey down derry;
The mistletoe we'll pledge also,
And at Christmas all be merry.

78 Christmas in Art & Song.

Above all cold affections,
Like pleasant recollections,
The ivy grows, and a deep veil throws
O'er all Time's imperfections;
The mould'ring column screening,
The naked gateway greening,
While the falling shrine it doth entwine
Like a heart that's homeward leaning.
Then drink, &c.

We read in ancient story,
How the Druids in their glory
Marched forth of old, with hooks of gold,
To forests dim and hoary;
The giant oak ascended,
Then from its branches rended
The mistletoe, long long ago,
By maidens fair attended.
Then drink, &c.

Each thorpe and grange surrounding,
The waits to music bounding,
Aroused the cook, that her fire might smoke
Ere the early cock was sounding.
For all the land was merry,
And rang with "Hey down derry,"
While in castle hall, and cottage small,
There glittered the holly berry.
Then drink, &c.

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folly Sonq.


BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh, ho! sing high, ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigli, ho! the holly !
This life is most jolly.

8o Christmas in Art & Song.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh, ho! sing high, ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, high, ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Q c-ekling at 4ristmas.


WOULD that our scrupulous sires had dared to leave
Less scanty measure of those graceful rites
And usages, whose due return invites
A stir of mind too natural to deceive;
Giving the memory help when she could weave
A crown for Hope!-I dread the boasted lights
That all too often are but fiery blights,
Killing the bud o'er which in vain we grieve.
Go, seek, when Christmas snows discomfort bring,
The counter Spirit found in some gay church
Green with fresh holly, every pew a perch
In which the linnet or the thrush might sing,
Merry and loud, and safe from prying search,
Strains offered only to the genial spring.

Old English Carols.


TIDINGS I bring you for to tell
What in wild forest me befell,
When I in with a wild beast fell,
With a boar so bryme.*

A boar so bryme that me pursued,
Me for to kill so sharply moved,-
That brymly beast, so cruel and rude,
There tamed I him,
And reft from him both life and limb.


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Truly, to show you this is true,
His head I with my sword did hew,
To make this day new mirth for you-

Now eat thereof anon.
Eat, and much good do it you;
Take you bread and mustard thereto.
Joy with me that this I have done,
I pray you be glad every one,
And all rejoice as one.

NOWEL, Nowel, Nowel, Nowel,
Tidings good I think to tell.

The boar's head, that we bring here,
Betokeneth a prince without peer
Is born to-day to buy us dear,

The boar he is a sovereign beast,
And acceptable at every feast;
So might this lord be to greatest and least;

This boar's head we bring with song,
In worship of Him that thus sprung
From a virgin to redress all wrong;

AT the beginning of the meat
Of a boar's head ye shall eat,
And in the mustard ye shall whet;
And ye shall sing before ye go.

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Welcome be ye that are here,
Ye shall all have right good cheer,
And also a right good fare;
And ye shall sing before ye go.

"Welcome be ye every one,
For ye shall sing all right anon;
Hey I you sure that ye have done?
And ye shall sing before ye go.


HEY! Hey! Hey! Hey!
The boar's head is armed gay.

THE boar's head in hand I bring.
With garlands gay encircling,*
I pray you all with me to sing,
With Hey!

Lords, knights, and squires,
Parsons, priests, and vicars,
The boar's head is the first mess,t
With Hey !

The boar's head, as I now say,
Takes its leave and goes away,
Goeth after the Twelfth day,
With Hey!

Then comes in the second course with great pride,
The cranes, the herons, the bitterns, by their side,

* Porttorying in the original-a word not explained in any glossary.
t That *, "the first dish."

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The partridges, the plovers, the woodcocks, and the snipe,
Larks in hot show, for the ladies to pick,
Good drink also, luscious and fine,
Blood of Allemaine, romnay, and wine,
With Hey 1

Good brewed ale and wine, I dare well say,
The boar's head with mustard armed so gay,
Furmity for pottage, and venison fine,
And the umbles of the doe and all that ever comes in.
Capons well baked, with knuckles of the roe,
Raisons and currants, and other spices too,
With Hey!


Caput Apri defero
Reddens laudes Domino.

THE boar's head in hand bring I,
With garlands gay and rosemary;
I pray you all sing merrily,
Qui estis in convivio.

The boar's head, I understand,
Is the chief service in this land;
Look wherever it be found,
Servite cum cantico.

Be glad, lords, both more or less,
For this hath ordained our steward
To cheer you all this Christmas,
The boar's head with mustard.

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THE Boar is dead,
Lo, here is his head:
What man could have done more
Than his head off to strike,
Meleager like,
And bring it as I do before?

He living spoiled
Where good men toiled,
Which made kind Ceres sorry;
But now, dead and drawn,
Is very gobd brawn,
And we have brought it for ye.

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Then set down the swineyard,
The foe to the vineyard,
Let Bacchus crown his fall;
Let this boar's head and mustard
Stand for pig, goose, and custard,
And so you are welcome all.

d IrIl for a MassaiI N&oL

A JOLLY Wassail Bowl,
A Wassail of good ale,
Well fare the butler's soul,
That setteth this to sale-
Our jolly Wassail.

Good dame, here at your door
Our Wassail we begin,
We are all maidens poor,
We now pray let us in,
With our Wassail.

Our Wassail we do fill
With apples and with spice,
Then grant us your good-will,
To taste here once or twice
Of our Wassail

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If any maidens be
Here dwelling in this house,
They kindly will agree
To take a full carouse
Of our Wassail.

But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold;
Good master, give command
To enter and be bold.
With our WassaiL

Much joy into this hall
With us is entered in,
Our master first of all,
We hope will now begin,
Of our Wassail.

And after, his good wife
Our spiced bowl will try,-
The Lord prolong your life!
Good fortune we espy,
For our Wassail.

Some bounty from your hands,
Our Wassail to maintain:
We'll buy no house nor lands
With that which we do gain,
With our Wassail.

This is our merry night
Of choosing King and Queen,
Then be it your delight
That something may be seen
In our Wassail.

S8 Christmas in Art &G Song.

It is a noble part
To bear a liberal mind;
God bless our master's heart!
For here we comfort find,
"With our Wassail

And now we must be gone,
To seek out more good cheer;
"Where bounty will be shown,
As we have found it here,
With our Wassail.

Much joy betide them all,
Our prayers shall be still,
We hope, and ever shall,
For this your great good-will
To our Wassail.

1uemoig fr fin(Q stnrns Ofte.

COME bring with a noise,
My merry, merry boys,
The Christmas log to the firing,
While my good dame, she
Bids ye all be free,
And drink to your heart's desiring.

Ceremony for Christmas Eve. q9

With the last year's brand
Light the new block, and
For good success in his spending,

A .

On your psalteries play,
That sweet luck may
Come while the log is a tending.

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Drink now the strong beer,
Cut the white loaf here,
The while the meat is a shredding
For the rare mince-pie,
And the plums stand by,
To fill the paste that's a kneading.

"3n (f lsis Clfia."

WHEN Christ was born of Mary free,
In Bethlehem, in that fair citie,
Angels sang there vyith mirth and glee,
In Excelsis Gloria !

Herdsmen beheld these angels bright,
To them appearing with great light,
Who said, God's Son is born this night,"
In Excelsis Gloria I

This King is come to save mankind,
As in Scripture truths we find,
Therefore this song have we in mind,
In Excelsis Gloria!

Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace,
Grant us the bliss to see Thy face,
That we may sing to Thy solace,
In Excelsis Gloria!

Religious Poems.

I opn ff te (atibvtg of mg Sabiar.


I SING the birth was born to-night,
The Author both of life and light;
The angels so did sound it,
And like the ravished shepherds said,
Who saw the light and were afraid,
Yet searched, and true they found ic.

The Son of God, th' Eternal King,
That did us all salvation bring,
And freed the soul from danger;
He whom the whole world could not take,
The Word, which heaven and earth did make,
"Was now laid in a manger.

The Father's wisdom willed it so,
The Son's obedience knew no No,
Both wills were in one stature;
And as that wisdom had decreed,
The Word was now made Flesh indeed,
And took on him our nature.

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What comfort by Him do we win,
Who made Himself the price of sin,
To make us heirs of Glory!
To see this babe, all innocence,
A martyr born in our defence:
Can man forget this story?


IMMORTAL Babe, who this dear day
Didst change Thine heaven for our clay,
And didst with flesh Thy godhead veil,
Eternal Son of God, all hail !

Shine, happy star; ye angels, sing
Glory on high to Heaven's King.
Run, shepherds, leave your nightly watch;
See Heaven come down to Bethlehem's cratch.

Worship, ye sages of the East,
The King of God in meanness dressed.
0, blessed maid smile and adore
The God thy womb and arms have bore.

Star, angels, shepherds, and wild sages,
Thou virgin glory of all ages,
Restored frame of Heaven and Earth,
Joy in your dear Redeemer's birth .

NOL j b Dj

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ALL after pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,
With full cry of affections, quite astray,
I took up in the next inn I could find;
There when I came, whom found I but my dear,
My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief
Of pleasures brought me to Him, ready there -
To be all passengers' most sweet relief?
O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
Wrapt in night's mantle, stole into a manger;
Since my dark soul and brutish is Thy right,
To man of all beasts be not Thou a stranger:
Furnish and deck my soul, that Thou mayst have
A better lodging, than a rack or grave.

The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymn for Thee?
My soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds.
The pasture is Thy words; the streams, Thy grace
Enriching all the place.
Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers
Outsing the daylight hours.
Then we will chide the sun for letting night
Take up his place and right:
We sing one common Lord; wherefore He should
Himself the candle hold.

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I will go searching, till I find a sun
Shall stay till we have done;
A willing shiner, that shall shine as gladly,
As frost-night suns look sadly.
Then we will sing, and shine all our own day,
And one another pay:
His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine,
Till e'en his beams sing, and my music shine.

Qvf (tUjt's Hirt^ in an |nmi.


THE blessed Virgin travailed without pain,
And lodged in an inn,
A glorious star the sign,
But of a greater guest than ever came that way,
For there He lay
That is the God of night and day,
And over all the pow'rs of heav'n doth reign.
It was the time of great Augustus' tax,
And then He comes
That pays all sums,
Even the whole price of lost humanity;
And sets us free
From the ungodly emperie
Of Sin, of Satan, and of Death.
0, make our hearts, blest God, Thy lodging-place,
And in our breast
Be pleased to rest,

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For Thou lov'st temples better than an inn,
And cause that Sin
May not profane the Deity within,
And sully o'er the ornaments of grace.

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IT was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born Child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies:
Nature, in awe to Him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
"With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.

Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle air,
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow;
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

But He, her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyed Peace;
She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding

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Tha iTtL.,i,, l Ru.bena

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Down through the turning sphere,
His ready harbinger,
With turtle wing the amorous cloud dividing;
And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.

No war, or battle's sound,
Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
The hooked chariot stood
Unstained with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng;
And kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.

But peaceful was the night,
Wherein the Prince of Light
His reign of peace upon the earth began:
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,
Whispering new joys to the mild oe.ar,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmZd wave.

The stars, with deep amaze,
Stand fixed in steadfast gaze,
Bending one way their precious influence;
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,
Or Lucifer that often warned them thence;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go.

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