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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44524 ***
+
+    Transcriber's Note:
+
+    Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as
+    possible.
+
+    Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+                          CHRISTMAS IN POETRY
+
+                           CAROLS AND POEMS
+
+                         CHOSEN BY A COMMITTEE
+                                OF THE
+                  CARNEGIE LIBRARY SCHOOL ASSOCIATION
+
+                             FIRST SERIES
+
+                               NEW YORK
+                       THE H. W. WILSON COMPANY
+                         LONDON: GRAFTON & CO.
+                                 1922
+
+
+
+
+                Printed in the United States of America
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+ As Joseph Was A-Walking                            31
+    From The Cherry Tree Carol
+
+ Boots and Saddles                                   7
+    Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella!                29
+    Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Carol                                              34
+    William Canton
+
+ Carol                                               9
+    Kenneth Grahame
+
+ Carol in Praise of the Holly and Ivy               45
+    Fifteenth Century Carol
+
+ Carol of the Birds                                 23
+    Bas-Quercy
+
+ Carol of the Russian Children                      11
+    Russian Folk Song
+
+ Ceremonies for Christmas                           46
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Child's Present to His Child-Saviour               35
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas                                          16
+    Nahum Tate
+
+ Christmas Carol                                     1
+    Old English Carol
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    19
+    Translated from the Neapolitan
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    36
+    Josiah Gilbert Holland
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    33
+    Christine G. Rossetti
+
+ Christmas Eve                                      21
+    John Davidson
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony                    47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony to the Maids       47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Folksong                                 30
+    Lisette Woodworth Reese
+
+ Christmas Hymn                                     14
+    C. Frances Alexander
+
+ Christmas Silence                                  28
+    Margaret Deland
+
+ Cradle Hymn                                        32
+    Martin Luther
+
+ From Far Away                                       2
+    William Morris
+
+ God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen                       42
+    Dinah Maria Mulock
+
+ Golden Carol                                       20
+    Old Carol
+
+ Good King Wenceslas                                38
+    Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale
+
+ Least of Carols                                    26
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Lordings, Listen to Our Lay                         4
+    Old Carol
+
+ Nativity Song                                      27
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Neighbors of Bethlehem                             10
+    Thirteenth Century French Carol
+
+ Our Joyful Feast                                   48
+    George Wither
+
+ Shepherd Who Stayed                                37
+    Theodosia Garrison
+
+ Shepherds Had an Angel                             24
+    Christina G. Rossetti
+
+ Signs of Christmas                                 12
+    Edwin Lees
+
+ Song of a Shepherd Boy at Bethlehem                25
+    Josephine Preston Peabody
+
+ Story of the Shepherd                              17
+    Translated from the Spanish
+
+ 'Twas Jolly, Jolly Wat                              5
+    C. W. Stubbs
+
+ Wassail Song                                       43
+    Old Devonshire Carol
+
+ Wassailer's Song                                   44
+    Robert Southwell
+
+ We Three Kings                                     40
+    J. H. Hopkins, jr.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+              The mistress also,
+    And all the little children,
+              That round the table go.
+
+    And all your kin and folk,
+              That dwell both far and near;
+    I wish you a merry Christmas,
+              And a happy New Year.
+
+_Old English Carol_
+
+
+
+
+FROM FAR AWAY
+
+
+    From far away we come to you.
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+    For as we wandered far and wide,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    What hap do you deem there should us betide?
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    Under a bent when the night was deep,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    There lay three shepherds, tending their sheep.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To stay your sorrow and heal your teen?"
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "In an ox stall this night we saw,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    A Babe and a maid without a flaw.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "There was an old man there beside;
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    His hair was white, and his hood was wide.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And as we gazed this thing upon,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Those twain knelt down to the little one.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And a marvellous song we straight did hear,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door.
+    That slew our sorrow and healed our care."
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    News of a fair and marvellous thing,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+_William Morris_
+
+
+
+
+LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY
+
+
+    Lordings, listen to our lay--
+    We have come from far away
+        To seek Christmas;
+    In this mansion we are told
+    He His yearly feast doth hold:
+        'Tis to-day!
+    May joy come from God above,
+    To all those who Christmas love.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+'TWAS JOLLY, JOLLY WAT
+
+
+    'Twas jolly, jolly Wat, my foy,
+    He was a goodman's shepherd boy,
+      And he sat by his sheep
+      On the hill-side so steep,
+        And piped this song,
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    A'down from Heav'n that is so high
+    There came an angel companye,
+      And on Bethlehem hill
+      Thro' the night-tide so still
+        Their song out-rang:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Now must Wat go where Christ is born,
+    Yea, go and come again to-morn.
+      And my pipe it shall play,
+      All my heart it doth say
+        To Shepherd King:
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    O peace on earth, good will to men,
+    The angels sang again, again,
+      For to you was He born
+      On this Christmas morn,
+        So sing we all:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Jesu my King, it's naught for Thee,
+    A bob of cherries, one, two, three,
+      But my tar-box and ball,
+      And my pipe, I give all
+        To Thee, my King.
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    Farewell, herd-boy, saith Mary mild.
+    Thanks, jolly Wat, smiled Mary's child,
+      For fit gift for a king
+      Is your heart in the thing.
+        So pipe you well,
+          For joy, for joy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+_C. W. Stubbs_
+
+
+
+
+BOOTS AND SADDLES
+
+
+    Our shepherds all
+      As pilgrims have departed,
+    Our shepherds all
+      Have gone to Bethlehem.
+    They gladly go
+      For they are all stout-hearted,
+    They gladly go--
+      Ah, could I go with them!
+
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+    A shepherd stout
+      Who sang a catamiaulo,
+    A shepherd stout
+      Was walking lazily.
+    He heard me speak
+      And saw me hobbling after,
+    He turned and said
+      He would give help to me.
+
+    "Here is my horse
+      That flies along the high-road,
+    Here is my horse,
+      The best in all the towns.
+    I bought him from
+      A soldier in the army,
+    I got my horse
+      By payment of five crowns."
+
+    When I have seen
+      The Child, the King of Heaven,
+    When I have seen
+      The Child who is God's son,
+    When to the mother,
+      I my praise have given,
+    When I have finished,
+      All I should have done:
+
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+_Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    Villagers all, this frosty tide,
+    Let your doors swing open wide,
+    Though wind may follow, and snow beside,
+    Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;
+      Joy shall be yours in the morning!
+
+    Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,
+    Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
+    Come from far away you to greet--
+    You by the fire and we in the street--
+      Bidding you joy in the morning!
+
+    For ere one half of the night was gone,
+    Sudden a star has led us on,
+    Raining bliss and benison--
+    Bliss to-morrow and more anon,
+      Joy for every morning!
+
+    Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow--
+    Saw the star o'er a stable low;
+    Mary she might not further go--
+    Welcome thatch, and litter below!
+      Joy was hers in the morning!
+
+    And then they heard the angels tell
+    "Who were the first to cry NOWELL?
+    Animals all, as it befell,
+    In the stable where they did dwell!
+      Joy shall be theirs in the morning!"
+
+_Kenneth Grahame_
+
+
+ _From "The Wind in the Willows";
+ Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
+ Included by permission of the publishers._
+
+
+
+
+THE NEIGHBORS OF BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,
+    That noisy tumult rising round,
+    Awaking all in slumber lying?
+    Truly disturbing are these cries,
+    All through the quiet village flying,
+    O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!
+
+    What, neighbor, then do ye not know
+    God hath appeared on earth below
+    And now is born in manger lowly!
+    In humble guise he came this night,
+    Simple and meek, this infant holy,
+    Yet how divine in beauty bright.
+
+    Good neighbor, I must make amend,
+    Forthwith to bring Him will I send,
+    And Joseph with the gentle Mother.
+    When to my home these three I bring,
+    Then will it far outshine all other,
+    A palace fair for greatest king!
+
+_Thirteenth Century French Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE RUSSIAN CHILDREN
+
+
+    Snow-bound mountains, snow-bound valleys,
+    Snow-bound plateaus, clad in white,
+    Fur-robed moujiks, fur-robed nobles,
+    Fur-robed children, see the light.
+    Shaggy pony, shaggy oxen,
+    Gentle shepherds wait the light;
+    Little Jesus, little Mother,
+    Good St. Joseph, come this night.
+
+_Russian Folk Song_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    When on the barn's thatch'd roof is seen
+    The moss in tufts of liveliest green;
+    When Roger to the wood pile goes,
+    And, as he turns, his fingers blows;
+    When all around is cold and drear,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.
+
+    When up the garden walk in vain
+    We seek for Flora's lovely train;
+    When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,
+    And bleak and cheerless is the air;
+    When all seems desolate around,
+    Christmas advances o'er the ground.
+
+    When Tom at eve comes home from plough,
+    And brings the mistletoe's green bough,
+    With milk-white berries spotted o'er,
+    And shakes it the sly maids before,
+    Then hangs the trophy up on high,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.
+
+    When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,
+    Bears home the huge unwieldy logs,
+    That, hissing on the smouldering fire,
+    Flame out at last a quiv'ring spire;
+    When in his hat the holly stands,
+    Old Christmas musters up his bands.
+
+    When cluster'd round the fire at night,
+    Old William talks of ghost and sprite,
+    And, as a distant out-house gate
+    Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,
+    While some each shadowy nook explore,
+    Then Christmas pauses at the door.
+
+    When Dick comes shiv'ring from the yard,
+    And says the pond is frozen hard,
+    While from his hat, all white with snow,
+    The moisture, trickling, drops below,
+    While carols sound, the night to cheer,
+    Then Christmas and his train are here.
+
+_Edwin Lees_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS HYMN
+
+
+    Once in royal David's city
+      Stood a lowly cattle-shed
+    Where a mother laid her Baby,
+      In a manger for His bed.
+    Mary was that mother mild,
+    Jesus Christ her little Child.
+
+    He came down to earth from heaven,
+      Who is God and Lord of all,
+    And His shelter was a stable,
+      And His cradle was a stall.
+    With the poor, and mean, and lowly
+    Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
+
+    And through all His wondrous childhood,
+      He would honour and obey.
+    Love and watch the lowly mother
+      In whose gentle arms He lay.
+    Christian children, all must be
+    Mild, obedient, good as He.
+
+    For He is our childhood's Pattern,
+      Day by day like us He grew;
+    He was little, weak, and helpless,
+      Tears and smiles like us He knew:
+    And He feeleth for our sadness,
+    And He shareth in our gladness.
+
+    And our eyes at last shall see Him,
+      Through His own redeeming love,
+    For that Child so dear and gentle
+      Is our Lord in Heaven above;
+    And He leads His children on
+    To the place where He is gone.
+
+    Not in that poor lowly stable,
+      With the oxen standing by,
+    We shall see Him; but in Heaven,
+      Set at God's right hand on high;
+    When like stars His children crowned,
+    All in white shall wait around.
+
+_C. Frances Alexander_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
+      All seated on the ground,
+    The angel of the Lord came down,
+      And glory shone around.
+
+    "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
+      Had seized their troubled mind);
+    "Glad tidings of great joy I bring
+      To you and all mankind.
+
+    "To you, in David's town, this day
+      Is born of David's line
+    The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
+      And this shall be the sign:
+
+    "The heavenly Babe you there shall find
+      To human view display'd,
+    All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
+      And in a manger laid."
+
+    Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith
+      Appear'd a shining throng
+    Of angels, praising God, and thus
+      Address'd their joyful song:
+
+    "All glory be to God on high,
+      And to the earth be peace;
+    Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
+      Begin, and never cease!"
+
+_Nahum Tate_
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE SHEPHERD
+
+
+ It was the very noon of night: the stars above the fold,
+ More sure than clock or chiming bell, the hour of midnight told:
+ When from the heav'ns there came a voice, and forms were seen to shine
+ Still bright'ning as the music rose with light and love divine.
+ With love divine, the song began; there shone a light serene:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ O ne'er could nightingale at dawn salute the rising day
+ With sweetness like that bird of song in his immortal lay:
+ O ne'er were woodnotes heard at eve by banks with poplar shade
+ So thrilling as the concert sweet by heav'nly harpings made;
+ For love divine was in each chord, and filled each pause between:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I roused me at the piercing strain, but shrunk as from the ray
+ Of summer lightning: all around so bright the splendour lay.
+ For oh, it mastered sight and sense, to see that glory shine,
+ To hear that minstrel in the clouds, who sang of Love Divine,
+ To see that form with bird-like wings, of more than mortal mien:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ When once the rapturous trance was past, that so my sense could bind,
+ I left my sheep to Him whose care breathed in the western wind:
+ I left them, for instead of snow, I trod on blade and flower,
+ And ice dissolved in starry rays at morning's gracious hour,
+ Revealing where on earth the steps of Love Divine had been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I hasted to a low-roofed shed, for so the Angel bade;
+ And bowed before the lowly rack where Love Divine was laid:
+ A new-born Babe, like tender Lamb, with Lion's strength there smiled;
+ For Lion's strength immortal might, was in that new-born Child;
+ That Love Divine in child-like form had God for ever been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+_Translated from the Spanish_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    When Christ was born in Bethlehem,
+    'Twas night but seemed the noon of day:
+        The star whose light
+        Was pure and bright,
+    Shone with unwav'ring ray;
+        But one bright star,
+        One glorious star
+    Guided the Eastern Magi from afar.
+
+    Then peace was spread throughout the land;
+    The lion fed beside the lamb;
+        And with the kid,
+        To pastures led,
+    The spotted leopard fed
+        In peace, in peace
+        The calf and bear,
+    The wolf and lamb reposed together there.
+
+    As shepherds watched their flocks by night,
+    An angel brighter than the sun
+        Appeared in air,
+        And gently said,
+    "Fear not, be not afraid,
+        Behold, behold,
+        Beneath your eyes,
+    Earth has become a smiling Paradise."
+
+_Translated from the Neapolitan_
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN CAROL
+
+(_Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar, the Three Kings_)
+
+
+    We saw the light shine out a-far,
+      On Christmas in the morning.
+    And straight we knew Christ's Star it was,
+    Bright beaming in the morning.
+    Then did we fall on bended knee,
+    On Christmas in the morning,
+    And prais'd the Lord, who'd let us see
+    His glory at its dawning.
+
+    Oh! every thought be of His Name,
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    Who bore for us both grief and shame,
+      Afflictions sharpest scorning.
+    And may we die (when death shall come),
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    And see in heav'n, our glorious home,
+      The Star of Christmas morning.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE
+
+
+    In holly hedges starving birds
+        Silently mourn the setting year;
+    Upright like silver-plated swords
+        The flags stand in the frozen mere.
+
+    The mistletoe we still adore
+        Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:
+    In antique gardens hellebore
+        Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.
+
+    Shrivell'd and purple, cheek by jowl,
+        The hips and haws hang drearily;
+    Roll'd in a ball the sulky owl
+        Creeps far into his hollow tree.
+
+    In abbeys and cathedrals dim
+        The birth of Christ is acted o'er;
+    The kings of Cologne worship him,
+        Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.
+
+    The shepherds in the field at night
+        Beheld an angel glory-clad.
+    And shrank away with sore afright.
+        "Be not afraid," the angel bade.
+
+    "I bring good news to king and clown,
+        To you here crouching on the sward;
+    For there is born in David's town
+        A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
+
+    "Behold the babe is swathed, and laid
+        Within a manger." Straight there stood
+    Beside the angel all arrayed
+        A heavenly multitude.
+
+    "Glory to God," they sang; "and peace,
+        Good pleasure among men."
+    The wondrous message of release!
+        Glory to God again!
+
+    Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!
+        A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,
+    Of magic music wild and sweet,
+        Anemones and clarigolds.
+
+_John Davidson_
+
+
+_From "Fleet Street Eclogues." Included by permission of Dodd, Mead and
+Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE BIRDS
+
+
+    Whence comes this rush of wings afar.
+    Following straight the Noël star?
+    Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
+    Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
+
+    "Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here.
+    Into this stable, poor and drear?"
+    "Hast'ning we seek the new-born King,
+    And all our sweetest music bring."
+
+    Hark how the green-finch bears his part,
+    Philomel, too, with tender heart,
+    Chants from her leafy dark retreat
+    Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
+
+    Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,
+    Come where the Son of God doth lie;
+    Christ on the earth with man doth dwell.
+    Join in the shout, Noël, Noël.
+
+_Bas-Quercy_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERDS HAD AN ANGEL
+
+
+    The shepherds had an angel,
+      The wise men had a star;
+    But what have I, a little child,
+      To guide me home from far,
+    Where glad stars sing together,
+      And singing angels are?
+
+    Lord Jesus is my Guardian,
+      So I can nothing lack;
+    The lambs lie in His bosom
+      Along life's dangerous track:
+    The wilful lambs that go astray
+      He, bleeding, brings them back.
+
+    Those shepherds thro' the lonely night
+      Sat watching by their sheep,
+    Until they saw the heav'nly host
+      Who neither tire nor sleep,
+    All singing Glory, glory,
+      In festival they keep.
+
+    Christ watches me, His little lamb,
+      Cares for me day and night,
+    That I may be His own in heav'n;
+      So angels clad in white
+    Shall sing their Glory, glory,
+      For my sake in the height.
+
+    Lord, bring me nearer day by day,
+      Till I my voice unite,
+    And sing my Glory, glory,
+      With angels clad in white.
+    All Glory, glory, giv'n to Thee,
+      Thro' all the heav'nly height.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF A SHEPHERD BOY AT BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    Though these hands be rough from shearing
+        And the plow,
+    Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,
+    When the waiting nations hail Thee,
+    Bringing palms unto their King.
+        Now--I sing.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Hope divine.
+    If Thou wilt but smile upon me,
+        I will twine
+    Blossoms for Thy garlanding.
+    Thou'rt so little to be King,
+        God's Desire!
+        Not a brier
+    Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;
+        Rest Thee now.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Some fair day
+    Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,
+        Come away
+    Over hills and over hollow?
+    All the lambs will up and follow.
+    Follow but for love of Thee.
+        Lov'st Thou me?
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    I that watch am come from sheep-stead
+        And from plough.
+    Thou wilt have disdain of me
+    When Thou'rt lifted, royally,
+    Very high for all to see:
+        Smilest Thou?
+
+_Josephine Preston Peabody_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+THE LEAST OF CAROLS
+
+
+    Loveliest dawn of gold and rose
+    Steals across undrifted snows;
+    In brown, rustling oak leaves stir
+    Squirrel, nuthatch, woodpecker;
+    Brief their matins, but, by noon,
+    All the sunny wood's a-tune:
+    Jays, forgetting their harsh cries,
+    Pipe a spring note, clear and true;
+    Wheel on angel wings of blue,
+    Trumpeters of Paradise;
+    Then the tiniest feathered thing,
+    All a-flutter, tail and wing,
+    Gives himself to caroling:
+
+    "Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee!
+    Jesulino, hail to thee!
+    Lowliest baby born to-day,
+    Pillowed on a wisp of hay;
+    King no less of sky and earth,
+                And singing sea;
+    Jesu! Jesu! most and least!
+    For the sweetness of thy birth
+    Every little bird and beast,
+    Wind and wave and forest tree,
+    Praises God exceedingly,
+                            Exceedingly."
+
+_Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+NATIVITY SONG
+
+
+    The beautiful mother is bending
+      Low where her baby lies,
+    Helpless and frail, for her tending;
+      But she knows the glorious eyes.
+
+    The mother smiles and rejoices
+      While the baby laughs in the hay;
+    She listens to heavenly voices:
+      "The child shall be king, one day."
+
+    O dear little Christ in the manger,
+      Let me make merry with thee.
+    O King, in my hour of danger,
+      Wilt thou be strong for me?
+
+              _Adapted from the Latin of Jacopone da Todi
+                           by Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTMAS SILENCE
+
+
+    Hushed are the pigeons cooing low,
+      On dusty rafters of the loft;
+      And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,
+    Sleep on the fragrant hay below.
+
+    Dim shadows in the corner hide;
+      The glimmering lantern's rays are shed
+      Where one young lamb just lifts his head,
+    Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side.
+
+    Strange silence tingles in the air;
+      Through the half-open door a bar
+      Of light from one low hanging star
+    Touches a baby's radiant hair--
+
+    No sound--the mother, kneeling, lays
+      Her cheek against the little face.
+      Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!
+    'Tis yet in silence that she prays!
+
+    Ages of silence end to-night;
+      Then to the long-expectant earth
+      Glad angels come to greet His birth
+    In burst of music, love, and light!
+
+_Margaret Deland_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+BRING A TORCH, JEANETTE, ISABELLA!
+
+
+    Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella!
+    Bring a torch, to the cradle run!
+    It is Jesus, good folk of the village;
+    Christ is born, and Mary's calling;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son.
+
+    It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,
+    It is wrong to talk so loud;
+    Silence, all, as you gather around,
+    Lest your noise should waken Jesus:
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers;
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps.
+
+    Who goes there a-knocking so loudly?
+    Who goes there a-knocking like that?
+    Ope your doors, I have here on a plate
+    Some very good cakes which I am bringing:
+    Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open;
+    Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer.
+
+    Softly to the little stable,
+    Softly for a moment come;
+    Look and see how charming is Jesus,
+    How He is white, His cheeks are rosy.
+    Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
+    Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams.
+
+_Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG
+
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
+    Out in the street the wind was bold.
+    Now who would house Him from the cold?
+
+    Then opened wide a stable door
+    Fain were the rushes on the floor;
+    The Ox put forth a horned head:
+    "Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed."
+
+    Uprose the Sheep were folded near:
+    "Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here."
+    He entered there to rush and reed,
+    Who was the Lamb of God indeed.
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    With ox and sheep He laid Him down.
+    Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
+    For that they housed Him from the cold.
+
+_Lisette Woodworth Reese_
+
+
+_Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher._
+
+
+
+
+AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING
+
+
+    As Joseph was a-walking
+      He heard an angel sing:--
+    "This night there shall be born
+      Our heavenly King.
+
+    "He neither shall be born
+      In housen, nor in hall,
+    Nor in the place of Paradise,
+      But in an ox's stall.
+
+    "He neither shall be clothéd
+      In purple nor in pall;
+    But in the fair, white linen,
+      That usen babies all.
+
+    "He neither shall be rockéd
+      In silver nor in gold,
+    But in a wooden cradle
+      That rocks on the mould.
+
+    "He neither shall be christened
+      In white wine nor in red,
+    But with fair spring water
+      With which we were christenéd."
+
+    Mary took her baby,
+      She dressed Him so sweet,
+    She laid Him in a manger,
+      All there for to sleep.
+
+    As she stood over Him
+      She heard angels sing,
+    "O bless our dear Saviour,
+      Our heavenly King."
+
+_From the Cherry Tree Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CRADLE HYMN
+
+
+    Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
+    The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
+    The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay--
+    The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
+
+    The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
+    But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
+    I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
+    And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
+
+_Martin Luther_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Frosty wind made moan,
+    Earth stood hard as iron,
+        Water like a stone;
+    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
+        Snow on snow,
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Long ago.
+
+    Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
+        Nor earth sustain;
+    Heaven and earth shall flee away
+        When He comes to reign.
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        A stable-place sufficed
+    The Lord God Almighty
+        Jesus Christ.
+
+    Angels and archangels
+        May have gathered there,
+    Cherubim and seraphim
+        Thronged the air;
+    But only His Mother
+        In her maiden bliss
+    Worshipped her Beloved
+        With a kiss.
+
+    What can I give Him,
+        Poor as I am?
+    If I were a shepherd
+        I would bring a lamb,
+    If I were a Wise Man,
+        I would do my part,--
+    Yet what I can I give Him,
+        Give my heart.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    When the herds were watching
+      In the midnight chill,
+    Came a spotless lambkin
+      From the heavenly hill.
+
+    Snow was on the mountains,
+      And the wind was cold,
+    When from God's own garden
+      Dropped a rose of gold.
+
+    When 'twas bitter winter,
+      Houseless and forlorn
+    In a star-lit stable
+      Christ the Babe was born.
+
+    Welcome, heavenly lambkin;
+      Welcome, golden rose;
+    Alleluia, Baby,
+      In the swaddling clothes!
+
+_William Canton_
+
+
+
+
+A CHILD'S PRESENT TO HIS CHILD-SAVIOUR
+
+
+    Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
+    Unto thy little Saviour;
+    And tell Him, by that bud now blown,
+    He is the Rose of Sharon known.
+    When thou hast said so, stick it there
+    Upon His bib, or stomacher;
+    And tell Him, for good handsel[A] too,
+    That thou hast brought a whistle new,
+    Made of a clean straight oaten reed,
+    To charm his cries at time of need.
+    Tell Him, for coral thou hast none,
+    But if thou hadst, He should have one;
+    But poor thou art, and known to be
+    Even as moneyless as He.
+    Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss
+    From those mellifluous lips of His,
+    Then never take a second on,
+    To spoil the first impression.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+[A] handsel: a gift for good luck.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    There's a song in the air!
+    There's a star in the sky!
+    There's a mother's deep prayer
+    And a baby's low cry!
+        And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    There's a tumult of joy
+    O'er the wonderful birth,
+    For the virgin's sweet boy
+    Is the Lord of the earth,
+        Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    In the light of that star
+    Lie the ages impearled;
+    And that song from afar
+    Has swept over the world.
+        Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
+        In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
+
+    We rejoice in the light,
+    And we echo the song
+    That comes down through the night
+    From the heavenly throng.
+        Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
+        And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.
+
+_Josiah Gilbert Holland_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERD WHO STAYED
+
+
+        _There are in Paradise
+        Souls neither great nor wise,
+        Yet souls who wear no less
+        The crown of faithfulness._
+
+    My master bade me watch the flock by night;
+    My duty was to stay. I do not know
+    What thing my comrades saw in that great light,
+    I did not heed the words that bade them go,
+    I know not were they maddened or afraid;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    The hillside seemed on fire; I felt the sweep
+    Of wings above my head; I ran to see
+    If any danger threatened these my sheep.
+    What though I found them folded quietly,
+    What though my brother wept and plucked my sleeve,
+        They were not mine to leave.
+
+    Thieves in the wood and wolves upon the hill,
+    My duty was to stay. Strange though it be,
+    I had no thought to hold my mates, no will
+    To bid them wait and keep the watch with me.
+    I had not heard that summons they obeyed;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    Perchance they will return upon the dawn
+    With word of Bethlehem and why they went.
+    I only know that watching here alone,
+    I know a strange content.
+    I have not failed that trust upon me laid;
+        I ask no more--I stayed.
+
+_Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author and of The Century Company._
+
+
+
+
+GOOD KING WENCESLAS
+
+
+    Good King Wenceslas looked out
+      On the Feast of Stephen,
+    When the snow lay round about,
+      Deep, and crisp, and even.
+
+    Brightly shone the moon that night
+      Though the frost was cruel,
+    When a poor man came in sight,
+      Gath'ring winter fuel.
+
+    "Hither, page, and stand by me,
+      If thou know'st it, telling.
+    Yonder peasant, who is he?
+      Where and what his dwelling?"
+
+    "Sire, he lives a good league hence,
+      Underneath the mountain;
+    Right against the forest fence,
+      By Saint Agnes' fountain."
+
+    "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
+      Bring me pine-logs hither;
+    Thou and I shall see him dine,
+      When we bear them thither."
+
+    Page and monarch, forth they went,
+      Forth they went together;
+    Through the rude wind's wild lament
+      And the bitter weather.
+
+    "Sire, the night is darker now,
+      And the wind blows stronger;
+    Fails my heart, I know not how,
+      I can go no longer."
+
+    "Mark my footsteps, good my page;
+      Tread thou in them boldly:
+    Thou shalt find the winter rage
+      Freeze thy blood less coldly."
+
+    In his master's steps he trod,
+      Where the snow lay dinted;
+    Heat was in the very sod
+      Where the saint has printed.
+
+    Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
+      Wealth or rank possessing,
+    Ye who now will bless the poor,
+      Shall yourselves find blessing.
+
+_Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale_
+
+
+
+
+WE THREE KINGS
+
+
+    We Three Kings of Orient are,
+    Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
+      Field and fountain,
+      Moor and mountain,
+    Following yonder star.
+
+ _Chorus_
+    O Star of wonder, Star of night,
+    Star with Royal Beauty bright,
+      Westward leading.
+      Still proceeding,
+    Guide us to Thy perfect Light.
+
+ Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain,
+    Gold I bring to crown Him again;
+      King forever,
+      Ceasing never
+    Over us all to reign.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I,
+    Incense owns a deity nigh;
+      Prayer and praising
+      All men raising,
+    Worship Him God on high.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
+    Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
+      Sorrowing, sighing,
+      Bleeding, dying,
+    Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+    Glorious now behold Him arise,
+    King and God, and Sacrifice;
+      Heav'n sings Allelujah:
+      Allelujah,
+    The earth replies.
+
+_J. H. Hopkins, Jr._
+
+
+
+
+GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN
+
+
+    God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+    The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
+    When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,
+    For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
+    Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
+    When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn
+    The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:
+    Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+_Dinah Maria Mulock_
+
+
+
+
+THE WASSAIL SONG
+
+
+    Here we come a-wassailing
+      Among the leaves so green,
+    Here we come a-wandering
+      So fair to be seen.
+
+    Love and joy come to you
+      And to your wassail too,
+    And God bless you, and send you
+      A happy New Year.
+
+    We are not daily beggars
+      That beg from door to door,
+    But we are neighbours' children
+      That you have seen before.
+
+    Good Master and good Mistress,
+      As you sit by the fire,
+    Pray think of us poor children
+      Who are wandering in the mire.
+
+    Bring us out a table
+      And spread it with a cloth;
+    Bring us out a mouldy cheese
+      And some of your Christmas loaf.
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+      Likewise the mistress too;
+    And all the little children
+      That round the table go.
+
+_Old Devonshire Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+WASSAILER'S SONG
+
+
+    Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,
+    Our bread it is white, our ale it is brown;
+    Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;
+    We be good fellows all;--I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
+    God send master a happy new year;
+    A happy new year as ever he did see,--
+    With my wassail bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
+    God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
+    A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,--
+    With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
+    God send our master us never may fail
+    Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
+    And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
+
+    Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;
+    Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
+    Sing hey, O, maids! come trole back the pin,
+    And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.
+
+    Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best;
+    I hope your souls in heaven will rest;
+    But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
+    Then, down fall butler, and bowl and all.
+
+_Robert Southwell_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL IN PRAISE OF THE HOLLY AND IVY
+
+(_Holly and Ivy Made a Great Party_)
+
+
+    Holly and Ivy made a great party,
+      Who should have the mastery
+        In lands where they go.
+
+    Then spake Holly, "I am fierce and jolly,
+    I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Ivy, "I am loud and proud,
+    And I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Holly, and bent him down on his knee,
+    "I pray thee, gentle Ivy,
+    Essay me no villany
+        In the lands where we go."
+
+_Fifteenth Century Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS
+
+
+      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.
+
+      With the last year's brand
+      Light the new block, and
+    For good success in his spending,
+      On your psalteries play,
+      That sweet luck may
+    Come while the log is a-tending.
+
+      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.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE--ANOTHER CEREMONY
+
+
+    Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie,
+    That the thief, though ne'er so sly,
+    With his flesh-hooks, don't come nigh
+                        To catch it.
+
+    From him, who alone sits there,
+    Having his eyes still in his ear,
+    And a deal of nightly fear
+                        To watch it.
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS
+
+
+    Wash your hands, or else the fire
+    Will not tend to your desire;
+    Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,
+    Dead the fire, though ye blow.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+OUR JOYFUL FEAST
+
+
+    So, now is come our joyful feast,
+      Let every soul be jolly!
+    Each room with ivy leaves is drest,
+      And every post with holly.
+    Though some churls at our mirth repine,
+    Round your brows let garlands twine,
+    Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
+      And let us all be merry!
+
+    Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke,
+      And Christmas logs are burning;
+    Their ovens with baked meats do choke,
+      And all their spits are turning.
+    Without the door let sorrow lie,
+    And if for cold it hap to die,
+    We'll bury it in Christmas pie,
+      And evermore be merry!
+
+_George Wither_
+
+
+
+
+
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+<body>
+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44524 ***</div>
+
+<div class="transnote">
+<p>Transcriber's Note:</p>
+
+<p>Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as
+possible.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h1>Christmas in Poetry</h1>
+
+<div class="center">
+<img id="coverpage" src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="383" height="600" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p class="center">Printed in the United States of America</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table summary="contents">
+<tr><td class="tdh">As Joseph Was A-Walking<br />
+From The Cherry Tree Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Boots and Saddles<br />
+Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella!<br />
+Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol<br />
+William Canton</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol<br />
+Kenneth Grahame</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol in Praise of the Holly and Ivy<br />
+Fifteenth Century Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol of the Birds<br />
+Bas-Quercy</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol of the Russian Children<br />
+Russian Folk Song</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Ceremonies for Christmas<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Child&rsquo;s Present to His Child-Saviour<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas<br />
+Nahum Tate</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Old English Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Translated from the Neapolitan</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Josiah Gilbert Holland</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Christine G. Rossetti</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve<br />
+John Davidson</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve&mdash;Another Ceremony<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve&mdash;Another Ceremony to the Maids<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Folksong<br />
+Lisette Woodworth Reese</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Hymn<br />
+C. Frances Alexander</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Silence<br />
+Margaret Deland</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Cradle Hymn<br />
+Martin Luther</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">From Far Away<br />
+William Morris</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen<br />
+Dinah Maria Mulock</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Golden Carol<br />
+Old Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Good King Wenceslas<br />
+Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Least of Carols<br />
+Sophie Jewett</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Lordings, Listen to Our Lay<br />
+Old Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Nativity Song<br />
+Sophie Jewett</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Neighbors of Bethlehem<br />
+Thirteenth Century French Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Our Joyful Feast<br />
+George Wither</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Shepherd Who Stayed<br />
+Theodosia Garrison</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Shepherds Had an Angel<br />
+Christina G. Rossetti</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Signs of Christmas<br />
+Edwin Lees</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Song of a Shepherd Boy at Bethlehem<br />
+Josephine Preston Peabody</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Story of the Shepherd<br />
+Translated from the Spanish</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">&rsquo;Twas Jolly, Jolly Wat<br />
+C. W. Stubbs</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Wassail Song<br />
+Old Devonshire Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Wassailer&rsquo;s Song<br />
+Robert Southwell</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">We Three Kings<br />
+J. H. Hopkins, jr.</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God bless the master of this house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">The mistress also,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little children,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That round the table go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And all your kin and folk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That dwell both far and near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish you a merry Christmas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And a happy New Year.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old English Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>FROM FAR AWAY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From far away we come to you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From far away we come to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For as we wandered far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What hap do you deem there should us betide?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Under a bent when the night was deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There lay three shepherds, tending their sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To stay your sorrow and heal your teen?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;In an ox stall this night we saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Babe and a maid without a flaw.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;There was an old man there beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hair was white, and his hood was wide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And as we gazed this thing upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those twain knelt down to the little one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And a marvellous song we straight did hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That slew our sorrow and healed our care.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">News of a fair and marvellous thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From far away we come to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>William Morris</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lordings, listen to our lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have come from far away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To seek Christmas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this mansion we are told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He His yearly feast doth hold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">&rsquo;Tis to-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May joy come from God above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To all those who Christmas love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>&rsquo;TWAS JOLLY, JOLLY WAT</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas jolly, jolly Wat, my foy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was a goodman&rsquo;s shepherd boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he sat by his sheep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the hill-side so steep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And piped this song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A&rsquo;down from Heav&rsquo;n that is so high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There came an angel companye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on Bethlehem hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thro&rsquo; the night-tide so still<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their song out-rang:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high, On high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now must Wat go where Christ is born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, go and come again to-morn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my pipe it shall play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All my heart it doth say<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To Shepherd King:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O peace on earth, good will to men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angels sang again, again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For to you was He born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On this Christmas morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So sing we all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high, On high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jesu my King, it&rsquo;s naught for Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bob of cherries, one, two, three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But my tar-box and ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my pipe, I give all<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To Thee, my King.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell, herd-boy, saith Mary mild.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks, jolly Wat, smiled Mary&rsquo;s child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For fit gift for a king<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is your heart in the thing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So pipe you well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For joy, for joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>C. W. Stubbs</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>BOOTS AND SADDLES</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our shepherds all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As pilgrims have departed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our shepherds all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have gone to Bethlehem.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gladly go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they are all stout-hearted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gladly go&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, could I go with them!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I am too lame to walk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am too lame to walk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, mount and ride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A shepherd stout<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who sang a catamiaulo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shepherd stout<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was walking lazily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He heard me speak<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saw me hobbling after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He turned and said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would give help to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Here is my horse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That flies along the high-road,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is my horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best in all the towns.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bought him from<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A soldier in the army,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I got my horse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By payment of five crowns.&rdquo;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I have seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Child, the King of Heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I have seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Child who is God&rsquo;s son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to the mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I my praise have given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I have finished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All I should have done:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No more shall I be lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No more shall I be lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, mount and ride.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Villagers all, this frosty tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let your doors swing open wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though wind may follow, and snow beside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy shall be yours in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blowing fingers and stamping feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come from far away you to greet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You by the fire and we in the street&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bidding you joy in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For ere one half of the night was gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sudden a star has led us on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raining bliss and benison&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bliss to-morrow and more anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy for every morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the star o&rsquo;er a stable low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mary she might not further go&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome thatch, and litter below!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy was hers in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then they heard the angels tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Who were the first to cry NOWELL?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Animals all, as it befell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the stable where they did dwell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy shall be theirs in the morning!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Kenneth Grahame</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2">
+<i>From &ldquo;The Wind in the Willows&rdquo;;<br />
+Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner&rsquo;s Sons.<br />
+Included by permission of the publishers.</i>
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE NEIGHBORS OF BETHLEHEM</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That noisy tumult rising round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaking all in slumber lying?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truly disturbing are these cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All through the quiet village flying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What, neighbor, then do ye not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God hath appeared on earth below<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now is born in manger lowly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In humble guise he came this night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Simple and meek, this infant holy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet how divine in beauty bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good neighbor, I must make amend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forthwith to bring Him will I send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Joseph with the gentle Mother.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to my home these three I bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then will it far outshine all other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A palace fair for greatest king!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Thirteenth Century French Carol</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL OF THE RUSSIAN CHILDREN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow-bound mountains, snow-bound valleys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snow-bound plateaus, clad in white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fur-robed moujiks, fur-robed nobles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fur-robed children, see the light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaggy pony, shaggy oxen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentle shepherds wait the light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jesus, little Mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good St. Joseph, come this night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Russian Folk Song</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When on the barn&rsquo;s thatch&rsquo;d roof is seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moss in tufts of liveliest green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Roger to the wood pile goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as he turns, his fingers blows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all around is cold and drear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When up the garden walk in vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We seek for Flora&rsquo;s lovely train;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bleak and cheerless is the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all seems desolate around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christmas advances o&rsquo;er the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Tom at eve comes home from plough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brings the mistletoe&rsquo;s green bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With milk-white berries spotted o&rsquo;er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shakes it the sly maids before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hangs the trophy up on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears home the huge unwieldy logs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, hissing on the smouldering fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flame out at last a quiv&rsquo;ring spire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When in his hat the holly stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Christmas musters up his bands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When cluster&rsquo;d round the fire at night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old William talks of ghost and sprite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as a distant out-house gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While some each shadowy nook explore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Christmas pauses at the door.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Dick comes shiv&rsquo;ring from the yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And says the pond is frozen hard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While from his hat, all white with snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moisture, trickling, drops below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While carols sound, the night to cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Christmas and his train are here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Edwin Lees</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS HYMN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once in royal David&rsquo;s city<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stood a lowly cattle-shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where a mother laid her Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a manger for His bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mary was that mother mild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesus Christ her little Child.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He came down to earth from heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who is God and Lord of all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And His shelter was a stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And His cradle was a stall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the poor, and mean, and lowly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lived on earth our Saviour holy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And through all His wondrous childhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would honour and obey.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love and watch the lowly mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In whose gentle arms He lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christian children, all must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mild, obedient, good as He.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For He is our childhood&rsquo;s Pattern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Day by day like us He grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was little, weak, and helpless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tears and smiles like us He knew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He feeleth for our sadness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He shareth in our gladness.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And our eyes at last shall see Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through His own redeeming love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that Child so dear and gentle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is our Lord in Heaven above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He leads His children on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the place where He is gone.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not in that poor lowly stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the oxen standing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall see Him; but in Heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set at God&rsquo;s right hand on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When like stars His children crowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in white shall wait around.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>C. Frances Alexander</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While shepherds watch&rsquo;d their flocks by night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All seated on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angel of the Lord came down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And glory shone around.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Fear not,&rdquo; said he (for mighty dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had seized their troubled mind);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Glad tidings of great joy I bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To you and all mankind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;To you, in David&rsquo;s town, this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is born of David&rsquo;s line<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And this shall be the sign:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The heavenly Babe you there shall find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To human view display&rsquo;d,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in a manger laid.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Appear&rsquo;d a shining throng<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of angels, praising God, and thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Address&rsquo;d their joyful song:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;All glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the earth be peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-will henceforth from heaven to men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Begin, and never cease!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Nahum Tate</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE SHEPHERD</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was the very noon of night: the stars above the fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More sure than clock or chiming bell, the hour of midnight told:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When from the heav&rsquo;ns there came a voice, and forms were seen to shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still bright&rsquo;ning as the music rose with light and love divine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With love divine, the song began; there shone a light serene:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O ne&rsquo;er could nightingale at dawn salute the rising day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sweetness like that bird of song in his immortal lay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O ne&rsquo;er were woodnotes heard at eve by banks with poplar shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So thrilling as the concert sweet by heav&rsquo;nly harpings made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love divine was in each chord, and filled each pause between:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I roused me at the piercing strain, but shrunk as from the ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of summer lightning: all around so bright the splendour lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For oh, it mastered sight and sense, to see that glory shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear that minstrel in the clouds, who sang of Love Divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see that form with bird-like wings, of more than mortal mien:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When once the rapturous trance was past, that so my sense could bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I left my sheep to Him whose care breathed in the western wind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I left them, for instead of snow, I trod on blade and flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ice dissolved in starry rays at morning&rsquo;s gracious hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Revealing where on earth the steps of Love Divine had been:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I hasted to a low-roofed shed, for so the Angel bade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bowed before the lowly rack where Love Divine was laid:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A new-born Babe, like tender Lamb, with Lion&rsquo;s strength there smiled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Lion&rsquo;s strength immortal might, was in that new-born Child;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Love Divine in child-like form had God for ever been:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Spanish</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Christ was born in Bethlehem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas night but seemed the noon of day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The star whose light<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Was pure and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shone with unwav&rsquo;ring ray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But one bright star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">One glorious star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guided the Eastern Magi from afar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then peace was spread throughout the land;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lion fed beside the lamb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And with the kid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To pastures led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spotted leopard fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In peace, in peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The calf and bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wolf and lamb reposed together there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As shepherds watched their flocks by night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An angel brighter than the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Appeared in air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And gently said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Fear not, be not afraid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Behold, behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beneath your eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth has become a smiling Paradise.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Neapolitan</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE GOLDEN CAROL<br />
+(<i>Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar, the Three Kings</i>)</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We saw the light shine out a-far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And straight we knew Christ&rsquo;s Star it was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright beaming in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then did we fall on bended knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And prais&rsquo;d the Lord, who&rsquo;d let us see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His glory at its dawning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! every thought be of His Name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who bore for us both grief and shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Afflictions sharpest scorning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And may we die (when death shall come),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see in heav&rsquo;n, our glorious home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Star of Christmas morning.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS EVE</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In holly hedges starving birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Silently mourn the setting year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upright like silver-plated swords<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The flags stand in the frozen mere.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mistletoe we still adore<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In antique gardens hellebore<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shrivell&rsquo;d and purple, cheek by jowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The hips and haws hang drearily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roll&rsquo;d in a ball the sulky owl<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Creeps far into his hollow tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In abbeys and cathedrals dim<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The birth of Christ is acted o&rsquo;er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The kings of Cologne worship him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shepherds in the field at night<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beheld an angel glory-clad.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shrank away with sore afright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">&ldquo;Be not afraid,&rdquo; the angel bade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I bring good news to king and clown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To you here crouching on the sward;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there is born in David&rsquo;s town<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Behold the babe is swathed, and laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Within a manger.&rdquo; Straight there stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside the angel all arrayed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A heavenly multitude.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Glory to God,&rdquo; they sang; &ldquo;and peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Good pleasure among men.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wondrous message of release!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Glory to God again!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of magic music wild and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Anemones and clarigolds.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>John Davidson</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;Fleet Street Eclogues.&rdquo; Included by permission of
+Dodd, Mead and Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL OF THE BIRDS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whence comes this rush of wings afar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Following straight the Noël star?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into this stable, poor and drear?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Hast&rsquo;ning we seek the new-born King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all our sweetest music bring.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark how the green-finch bears his part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Philomel, too, with tender heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chants from her leafy dark retreat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come where the Son of God doth lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ on the earth with man doth dwell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Join in the shout, Noël, Noël.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Bas-Quercy</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE SHEPHERDS HAD AN ANGEL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shepherds had an angel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wise men had a star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what have I, a little child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To guide me home from far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where glad stars sing together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And singing angels are?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Jesus is my Guardian,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So I can nothing lack;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lambs lie in His bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Along life&rsquo;s dangerous track:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wilful lambs that go astray<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He, bleeding, brings them back.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those shepherds thro&rsquo; the lonely night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sat watching by their sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they saw the heav&rsquo;nly host<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who neither tire nor sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All singing Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In festival they keep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ watches me, His little lamb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cares for me day and night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may be His own in heav&rsquo;n;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So angels clad in white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall sing their Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my sake in the height.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, bring me nearer day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till I my voice unite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sing my Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With angels clad in white.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All Glory, glory, giv&rsquo;n to Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thro&rsquo; all the heav&rsquo;nly height.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Christina G. Rossetti</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>SONG OF A SHEPHERD BOY AT BETHLEHEM</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though these hands be rough from shearing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the plow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the waiting nations hail Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bringing palms unto their King.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now&mdash;I sing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hope divine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Thou wilt but smile upon me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I will twine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossoms for Thy garlanding.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou&rsquo;rt so little to be King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">God&rsquo;s Desire!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Not a brier<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Some fair day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Come away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over hills and over hollow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lambs will up and follow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow but for love of Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lov&rsquo;st Thou me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I that watch am come from sheep-stead<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And from plough.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou wilt have disdain of me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Thou&rsquo;rt lifted, royally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Very high for all to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Smilest Thou?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Josephine Preston Peabody</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE LEAST OF CAROLS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Loveliest dawn of gold and rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steals across undrifted snows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In brown, rustling oak leaves stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Squirrel, nuthatch, woodpecker;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brief their matins, but, by noon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the sunny wood&rsquo;s a-tune:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jays, forgetting their harsh cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pipe a spring note, clear and true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wheel on angel wings of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trumpeters of Paradise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the tiniest feathered thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All a-flutter, tail and wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gives himself to caroling:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesulino, hail to thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lowliest baby born to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pillowed on a wisp of hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">King no less of sky and earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And singing sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesu! Jesu! most and least!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the sweetness of thy birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every little bird and beast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wind and wave and forest tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praises God exceedingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i24">Exceedingly.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Sophie Jewett</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;The Poems of Sophie Jewett.&rdquo; Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>NATIVITY SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The beautiful mother is bending<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Low where her baby lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Helpless and frail, for her tending;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But she knows the glorious eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mother smiles and rejoices<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the baby laughs in the hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She listens to heavenly voices:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&ldquo;The child shall be king, one day.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O dear little Christ in the manger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let me make merry with thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O King, in my hour of danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wilt thou be strong for me?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author">
+<div class="ilb center">
+<i>Adapted from the Latin of Jacopone da Todi<br />
+by Sophie Jewett</i>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;The Poems of Sophie Jewett.&rdquo; Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE CHRISTMAS SILENCE</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hushed are the pigeons cooing low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On dusty rafters of the loft;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep on the fragrant hay below.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dim shadows in the corner hide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The glimmering lantern&rsquo;s rays are shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where one young lamb just lifts his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then huddles &rsquo;gainst his mother&rsquo;s side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Strange silence tingles in the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the half-open door a bar<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of light from one low hanging star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touches a baby&rsquo;s radiant hair&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No sound&mdash;the mother, kneeling, lays<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her cheek against the little face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Tis yet in silence that she prays!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ages of silence end to-night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then to the long-expectant earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glad angels come to greet His birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In burst of music, love, and light!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Margaret Deland</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>BRING A TORCH, JEANETTE, ISABELLA!</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring a torch, to the cradle run!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is Jesus, good folk of the village;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ is born, and Mary&rsquo;s calling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is wrong to talk so loud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silence, all, as you gather around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest your noise should waken Jesus:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who goes there a-knocking so loudly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who goes there a-knocking like that?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ope your doors, I have here on a plate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some very good cakes which I am bringing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Softly to the little stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly for a moment come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look and see how charming is Jesus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How He is white, His cheeks are rosy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little Jesus came to town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wind blew up, the wind blew down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out in the street the wind was bold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now who would house Him from the cold?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then opened wide a stable door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fain were the rushes on the floor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Ox put forth a horned head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Uprose the Sheep were folded near:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He entered there to rush and reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was the Lamb of God indeed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little Jesus came to town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With ox and sheep He laid Him down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that they housed Him from the cold.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Lisette Woodworth Reese</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As Joseph was a-walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He heard an angel sing:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;This night there shall be born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our heavenly King.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In housen, nor in hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in the place of Paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But in an ox&rsquo;s stall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be clothéd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In purple nor in pall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in the fair, white linen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That usen babies all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be rockéd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In silver nor in gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in a wooden cradle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That rocks on the mould.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be christened<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In white wine nor in red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with fair spring water<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With which we were christenéd.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mary took her baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She dressed Him so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She laid Him in a manger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All there for to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As she stood over Him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She heard angels sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O bless our dear Saviour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our heavenly King.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>From the Cherry Tree Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CRADLE HYMN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Martin Luther</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Frosty wind made moan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth stood hard as iron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Water like a stone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snow had fallen, snow on snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Snow on snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Long ago.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor earth sustain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven and earth shall flee away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">When He comes to reign.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A stable-place sufficed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Lord God Almighty<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Jesus Christ.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels and archangels<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May have gathered there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cherubim and seraphim<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thronged the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But only His Mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In her maiden bliss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worshipped her Beloved<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With a kiss.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What can I give Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Poor as I am?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I were a shepherd<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I would bring a lamb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I were a Wise Man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I would do my part,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet what I can I give Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Give my heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Christina G. Rossetti</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the herds were watching<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the midnight chill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came a spotless lambkin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the heavenly hill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow was on the mountains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wind was cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When from God&rsquo;s own garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dropped a rose of gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When &rsquo;twas bitter winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Houseless and forlorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a star-lit stable<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Christ the Babe was born.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, heavenly lambkin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcome, golden rose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alleluia, Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the swaddling clothes!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>William Canton</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHILD&rsquo;S PRESENT TO HIS CHILD-SAVIOUR</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go, pretty child, and bear this flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy little Saviour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, by that bud now blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is the Rose of Sharon known.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou hast said so, stick it there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon His bib, or stomacher;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, for good handsel<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou hast brought a whistle new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of a clean straight oaten reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To charm his cries at time of need.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell Him, for coral thou hast none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou hadst, He should have one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But poor thou art, and known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even as moneyless as He.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From those mellifluous lips of His,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then never take a second on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spoil the first impression.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<div class="footnote">
+
+<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> handsel: a gift for good luck.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p></div>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a song in the air!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a star in the sky!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a mother&rsquo;s deep prayer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a baby&rsquo;s low cry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a tumult of joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er the wonderful birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the virgin&rsquo;s sweet boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the Lord of the earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the light of that star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie the ages impearled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that song from afar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has swept over the world.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We rejoice in the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we echo the song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That comes down through the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the heavenly throng.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Josiah Gilbert Holland</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE SHEPHERD WHO STAYED</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<i><span class="i4">There are in Paradise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Souls neither great nor wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Yet souls who wear no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The crown of faithfulness.<br /></span></i>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My master bade me watch the flock by night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My duty was to stay. I do not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What thing my comrades saw in that great light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did not heed the words that bade them go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not were they maddened or afraid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I only know I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hillside seemed on fire; I felt the sweep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wings above my head; I ran to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If any danger threatened these my sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though I found them folded quietly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though my brother wept and plucked my sleeve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They were not mine to leave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thieves in the wood and wolves upon the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My duty was to stay. Strange though it be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had no thought to hold my mates, no will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bid them wait and keep the watch with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had not heard that summons they obeyed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I only know I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perchance they will return upon the dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With word of Bethlehem and why they went.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I only know that watching here alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know a strange content.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have not failed that trust upon me laid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I ask no more&mdash;I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Theodosia Garrison</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author and of The Century Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>GOOD KING WENCESLAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good King Wenceslas looked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the Feast of Stephen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the snow lay round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deep, and crisp, and even.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brightly shone the moon that night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though the frost was cruel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a poor man came in sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gath&rsquo;ring winter fuel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Hither, page, and stand by me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou know&rsquo;st it, telling.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yonder peasant, who is he?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where and what his dwelling?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Sire, he lives a good league hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Underneath the mountain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right against the forest fence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By Saint Agnes&rsquo; fountain.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bring me pine-logs hither;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou and I shall see him dine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When we bear them thither.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Page and monarch, forth they went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forth they went together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the rude wind&rsquo;s wild lament<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the bitter weather.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Sire, the night is darker now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wind blows stronger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fails my heart, I know not how,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I can go no longer.&rdquo;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Mark my footsteps, good my page;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tread thou in them boldly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt find the winter rage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Freeze thy blood less coldly.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In his master&rsquo;s steps he trod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the snow lay dinted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heat was in the very sod<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the saint has printed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore, Christian men, be sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wealth or rank possessing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye who now will bless the poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall yourselves find blessing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>WE THREE KINGS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">We Three Kings of Orient are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bearing gifts we traverse afar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Field and fountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Moor and mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Following yonder star.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O Star of wonder, Star of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Star with Royal Beauty bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Westward leading.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Still proceeding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Guide us to Thy perfect Light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gold I bring to crown Him again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">King forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ceasing never<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Over us all to reign.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Incense owns a deity nigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Prayer and praising<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">All men raising,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Worship Him God on high.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Breathes a life of gathering gloom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sorrowing, sighing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bleeding, dying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Glorious now behold Him arise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">King and God, and Sacrifice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Heav&rsquo;n sings Allelujah:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Allelujah,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The earth replies.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>J. H. Hopkins, Jr.</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dawn rose red o&rsquo;er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Dinah Maria Mulock</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE WASSAIL SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we come a-wassailing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among the leaves so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we come a-wandering<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So fair to be seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love and joy come to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to your wassail too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And God bless you, and send you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A happy New Year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We are not daily beggars<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That beg from door to door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we are neighbours&rsquo; children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you have seen before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good Master and good Mistress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As you sit by the fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray think of us poor children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who are wandering in the mire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring us out a table<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spread it with a cloth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring us out a mouldy cheese<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some of your Christmas loaf.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God bless the master of this house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Likewise the mistress too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That round the table go.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Devonshire Carol</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>WASSAILER&rsquo;S SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our bread it is white, our ale it is brown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We be good fellows all;&mdash;I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our horse, and to his right ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send master a happy new year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A happy new year as ever he did see,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my wassail bowl I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our mare, and to her right eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A good Christmas pie as e&rsquo;er I did see,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our cow, and to her long tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send our master us never may fail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our jolly wassail it&rsquo;s then you shall hear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing hey, O, maids! come trole back the pin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hope your souls in heaven will rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, down fall butler, and bowl and all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Southwell</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL IN PRAISE OF THE HOLLY AND IVY<br />
+(<i>Holly and Ivy Made a Great Party</i>)</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Holly and Ivy made a great party,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who should have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where they go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Holly, &ldquo;I am fierce and jolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Ivy, &ldquo;I am loud and proud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Holly, and bent him down on his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I pray thee, gentle Ivy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Essay me no villany<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Fifteenth Century Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Come, bring with a noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My merry, merry boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Christmas log to the firing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my good dame, she<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bids ye all be free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drink to your heart&rsquo;s desiring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">With the last year&rsquo;s brand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light the new block, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For good success in his spending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On your psalteries play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sweet luck may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come while the log is a-tending.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Drink now the strong beer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cut the white loaf here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while the meat is a-shredding;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the rare mince-pie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the plums stand by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fill the paste that&rsquo;s a-kneading.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS EVE&mdash;ANOTHER CEREMONY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the thief, though ne&rsquo;er so sly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his flesh-hooks, don&rsquo;t come nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">To catch it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From him, who alone sits there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having his eyes still in his ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a deal of nightly fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">To watch it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wash your hands, or else the fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will not tend to your desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead the fire, though ye blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>OUR JOYFUL FEAST</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, now is come our joyful feast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let every soul be jolly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each room with ivy leaves is drest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every post with holly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though some churls at our mirth repine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round your brows let garlands twine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let us all be merry!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now all our neighbours&rsquo; chimneys smoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Christmas logs are burning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their ovens with baked meats do choke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all their spits are turning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the door let sorrow lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if for cold it hap to die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We&rsquo;ll bury it in Christmas pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And evermore be merry!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>George Wither</i></div>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Christmas in Poetry, by Various
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+Title: Christmas in Poetry
+       Carols and Poems
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: December 26, 2013 [EBook #44524]
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+
+                          CHRISTMAS IN POETRY
+
+                           CAROLS AND POEMS
+
+                         CHOSEN BY A COMMITTEE
+                                OF THE
+                  CARNEGIE LIBRARY SCHOOL ASSOCIATION
+
+                             FIRST SERIES
+
+                               NEW YORK
+                       THE H. W. WILSON COMPANY
+                         LONDON: GRAFTON & CO.
+                                 1922
+
+
+
+
+                Printed in the United States of America
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+ As Joseph Was A-Walking                            31
+    From The Cherry Tree Carol
+
+ Boots and Saddles                                   7
+    Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella!                29
+    Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Carol                                              34
+    William Canton
+
+ Carol                                               9
+    Kenneth Grahame
+
+ Carol in Praise of the Holly and Ivy               45
+    Fifteenth Century Carol
+
+ Carol of the Birds                                 23
+    Bas-Quercy
+
+ Carol of the Russian Children                      11
+    Russian Folk Song
+
+ Ceremonies for Christmas                           46
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Child's Present to His Child-Saviour               35
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas                                          16
+    Nahum Tate
+
+ Christmas Carol                                     1
+    Old English Carol
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    19
+    Translated from the Neapolitan
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    36
+    Josiah Gilbert Holland
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    33
+    Christine G. Rossetti
+
+ Christmas Eve                                      21
+    John Davidson
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony                    47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony to the Maids       47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Folksong                                 30
+    Lisette Woodworth Reese
+
+ Christmas Hymn                                     14
+    C. Frances Alexander
+
+ Christmas Silence                                  28
+    Margaret Deland
+
+ Cradle Hymn                                        32
+    Martin Luther
+
+ From Far Away                                       2
+    William Morris
+
+ God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen                       42
+    Dinah Maria Mulock
+
+ Golden Carol                                       20
+    Old Carol
+
+ Good King Wenceslas                                38
+    Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale
+
+ Least of Carols                                    26
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Lordings, Listen to Our Lay                         4
+    Old Carol
+
+ Nativity Song                                      27
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Neighbors of Bethlehem                             10
+    Thirteenth Century French Carol
+
+ Our Joyful Feast                                   48
+    George Wither
+
+ Shepherd Who Stayed                                37
+    Theodosia Garrison
+
+ Shepherds Had an Angel                             24
+    Christina G. Rossetti
+
+ Signs of Christmas                                 12
+    Edwin Lees
+
+ Song of a Shepherd Boy at Bethlehem                25
+    Josephine Preston Peabody
+
+ Story of the Shepherd                              17
+    Translated from the Spanish
+
+ 'Twas Jolly, Jolly Wat                              5
+    C. W. Stubbs
+
+ Wassail Song                                       43
+    Old Devonshire Carol
+
+ Wassailer's Song                                   44
+    Robert Southwell
+
+ We Three Kings                                     40
+    J. H. Hopkins, jr.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+              The mistress also,
+    And all the little children,
+              That round the table go.
+
+    And all your kin and folk,
+              That dwell both far and near;
+    I wish you a merry Christmas,
+              And a happy New Year.
+
+_Old English Carol_
+
+
+
+
+FROM FAR AWAY
+
+
+    From far away we come to you.
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+    For as we wandered far and wide,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    What hap do you deem there should us betide?
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    Under a bent when the night was deep,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    There lay three shepherds, tending their sheep.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To stay your sorrow and heal your teen?"
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "In an ox stall this night we saw,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    A Babe and a maid without a flaw.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "There was an old man there beside;
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    His hair was white, and his hood was wide.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And as we gazed this thing upon,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Those twain knelt down to the little one.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And a marvellous song we straight did hear,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door.
+    That slew our sorrow and healed our care."
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    News of a fair and marvellous thing,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+_William Morris_
+
+
+
+
+LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY
+
+
+    Lordings, listen to our lay--
+    We have come from far away
+        To seek Christmas;
+    In this mansion we are told
+    He His yearly feast doth hold:
+        'Tis to-day!
+    May joy come from God above,
+    To all those who Christmas love.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+'TWAS JOLLY, JOLLY WAT
+
+
+    'Twas jolly, jolly Wat, my foy,
+    He was a goodman's shepherd boy,
+      And he sat by his sheep
+      On the hill-side so steep,
+        And piped this song,
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    A'down from Heav'n that is so high
+    There came an angel companye,
+      And on Bethlehem hill
+      Thro' the night-tide so still
+        Their song out-rang:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Now must Wat go where Christ is born,
+    Yea, go and come again to-morn.
+      And my pipe it shall play,
+      All my heart it doth say
+        To Shepherd King:
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    O peace on earth, good will to men,
+    The angels sang again, again,
+      For to you was He born
+      On this Christmas morn,
+        So sing we all:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Jesu my King, it's naught for Thee,
+    A bob of cherries, one, two, three,
+      But my tar-box and ball,
+      And my pipe, I give all
+        To Thee, my King.
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    Farewell, herd-boy, saith Mary mild.
+    Thanks, jolly Wat, smiled Mary's child,
+      For fit gift for a king
+      Is your heart in the thing.
+        So pipe you well,
+          For joy, for joy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+_C. W. Stubbs_
+
+
+
+
+BOOTS AND SADDLES
+
+
+    Our shepherds all
+      As pilgrims have departed,
+    Our shepherds all
+      Have gone to Bethlehem.
+    They gladly go
+      For they are all stout-hearted,
+    They gladly go--
+      Ah, could I go with them!
+
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+    A shepherd stout
+      Who sang a catamiaulo,
+    A shepherd stout
+      Was walking lazily.
+    He heard me speak
+      And saw me hobbling after,
+    He turned and said
+      He would give help to me.
+
+    "Here is my horse
+      That flies along the high-road,
+    Here is my horse,
+      The best in all the towns.
+    I bought him from
+      A soldier in the army,
+    I got my horse
+      By payment of five crowns."
+
+    When I have seen
+      The Child, the King of Heaven,
+    When I have seen
+      The Child who is God's son,
+    When to the mother,
+      I my praise have given,
+    When I have finished,
+      All I should have done:
+
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+_Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    Villagers all, this frosty tide,
+    Let your doors swing open wide,
+    Though wind may follow, and snow beside,
+    Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;
+      Joy shall be yours in the morning!
+
+    Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,
+    Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
+    Come from far away you to greet--
+    You by the fire and we in the street--
+      Bidding you joy in the morning!
+
+    For ere one half of the night was gone,
+    Sudden a star has led us on,
+    Raining bliss and benison--
+    Bliss to-morrow and more anon,
+      Joy for every morning!
+
+    Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow--
+    Saw the star o'er a stable low;
+    Mary she might not further go--
+    Welcome thatch, and litter below!
+      Joy was hers in the morning!
+
+    And then they heard the angels tell
+    "Who were the first to cry NOWELL?
+    Animals all, as it befell,
+    In the stable where they did dwell!
+      Joy shall be theirs in the morning!"
+
+_Kenneth Grahame_
+
+
+ _From "The Wind in the Willows";
+ Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
+ Included by permission of the publishers._
+
+
+
+
+THE NEIGHBORS OF BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,
+    That noisy tumult rising round,
+    Awaking all in slumber lying?
+    Truly disturbing are these cries,
+    All through the quiet village flying,
+    O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!
+
+    What, neighbor, then do ye not know
+    God hath appeared on earth below
+    And now is born in manger lowly!
+    In humble guise he came this night,
+    Simple and meek, this infant holy,
+    Yet how divine in beauty bright.
+
+    Good neighbor, I must make amend,
+    Forthwith to bring Him will I send,
+    And Joseph with the gentle Mother.
+    When to my home these three I bring,
+    Then will it far outshine all other,
+    A palace fair for greatest king!
+
+_Thirteenth Century French Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE RUSSIAN CHILDREN
+
+
+    Snow-bound mountains, snow-bound valleys,
+    Snow-bound plateaus, clad in white,
+    Fur-robed moujiks, fur-robed nobles,
+    Fur-robed children, see the light.
+    Shaggy pony, shaggy oxen,
+    Gentle shepherds wait the light;
+    Little Jesus, little Mother,
+    Good St. Joseph, come this night.
+
+_Russian Folk Song_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    When on the barn's thatch'd roof is seen
+    The moss in tufts of liveliest green;
+    When Roger to the wood pile goes,
+    And, as he turns, his fingers blows;
+    When all around is cold and drear,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.
+
+    When up the garden walk in vain
+    We seek for Flora's lovely train;
+    When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,
+    And bleak and cheerless is the air;
+    When all seems desolate around,
+    Christmas advances o'er the ground.
+
+    When Tom at eve comes home from plough,
+    And brings the mistletoe's green bough,
+    With milk-white berries spotted o'er,
+    And shakes it the sly maids before,
+    Then hangs the trophy up on high,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.
+
+    When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,
+    Bears home the huge unwieldy logs,
+    That, hissing on the smouldering fire,
+    Flame out at last a quiv'ring spire;
+    When in his hat the holly stands,
+    Old Christmas musters up his bands.
+
+    When cluster'd round the fire at night,
+    Old William talks of ghost and sprite,
+    And, as a distant out-house gate
+    Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,
+    While some each shadowy nook explore,
+    Then Christmas pauses at the door.
+
+    When Dick comes shiv'ring from the yard,
+    And says the pond is frozen hard,
+    While from his hat, all white with snow,
+    The moisture, trickling, drops below,
+    While carols sound, the night to cheer,
+    Then Christmas and his train are here.
+
+_Edwin Lees_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS HYMN
+
+
+    Once in royal David's city
+      Stood a lowly cattle-shed
+    Where a mother laid her Baby,
+      In a manger for His bed.
+    Mary was that mother mild,
+    Jesus Christ her little Child.
+
+    He came down to earth from heaven,
+      Who is God and Lord of all,
+    And His shelter was a stable,
+      And His cradle was a stall.
+    With the poor, and mean, and lowly
+    Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
+
+    And through all His wondrous childhood,
+      He would honour and obey.
+    Love and watch the lowly mother
+      In whose gentle arms He lay.
+    Christian children, all must be
+    Mild, obedient, good as He.
+
+    For He is our childhood's Pattern,
+      Day by day like us He grew;
+    He was little, weak, and helpless,
+      Tears and smiles like us He knew:
+    And He feeleth for our sadness,
+    And He shareth in our gladness.
+
+    And our eyes at last shall see Him,
+      Through His own redeeming love,
+    For that Child so dear and gentle
+      Is our Lord in Heaven above;
+    And He leads His children on
+    To the place where He is gone.
+
+    Not in that poor lowly stable,
+      With the oxen standing by,
+    We shall see Him; but in Heaven,
+      Set at God's right hand on high;
+    When like stars His children crowned,
+    All in white shall wait around.
+
+_C. Frances Alexander_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
+      All seated on the ground,
+    The angel of the Lord came down,
+      And glory shone around.
+
+    "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
+      Had seized their troubled mind);
+    "Glad tidings of great joy I bring
+      To you and all mankind.
+
+    "To you, in David's town, this day
+      Is born of David's line
+    The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
+      And this shall be the sign:
+
+    "The heavenly Babe you there shall find
+      To human view display'd,
+    All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
+      And in a manger laid."
+
+    Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith
+      Appear'd a shining throng
+    Of angels, praising God, and thus
+      Address'd their joyful song:
+
+    "All glory be to God on high,
+      And to the earth be peace;
+    Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
+      Begin, and never cease!"
+
+_Nahum Tate_
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE SHEPHERD
+
+
+ It was the very noon of night: the stars above the fold,
+ More sure than clock or chiming bell, the hour of midnight told:
+ When from the heav'ns there came a voice, and forms were seen to shine
+ Still bright'ning as the music rose with light and love divine.
+ With love divine, the song began; there shone a light serene:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ O ne'er could nightingale at dawn salute the rising day
+ With sweetness like that bird of song in his immortal lay:
+ O ne'er were woodnotes heard at eve by banks with poplar shade
+ So thrilling as the concert sweet by heav'nly harpings made;
+ For love divine was in each chord, and filled each pause between:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I roused me at the piercing strain, but shrunk as from the ray
+ Of summer lightning: all around so bright the splendour lay.
+ For oh, it mastered sight and sense, to see that glory shine,
+ To hear that minstrel in the clouds, who sang of Love Divine,
+ To see that form with bird-like wings, of more than mortal mien:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ When once the rapturous trance was past, that so my sense could bind,
+ I left my sheep to Him whose care breathed in the western wind:
+ I left them, for instead of snow, I trod on blade and flower,
+ And ice dissolved in starry rays at morning's gracious hour,
+ Revealing where on earth the steps of Love Divine had been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I hasted to a low-roofed shed, for so the Angel bade;
+ And bowed before the lowly rack where Love Divine was laid:
+ A new-born Babe, like tender Lamb, with Lion's strength there smiled;
+ For Lion's strength immortal might, was in that new-born Child;
+ That Love Divine in child-like form had God for ever been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+_Translated from the Spanish_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    When Christ was born in Bethlehem,
+    'Twas night but seemed the noon of day:
+        The star whose light
+        Was pure and bright,
+    Shone with unwav'ring ray;
+        But one bright star,
+        One glorious star
+    Guided the Eastern Magi from afar.
+
+    Then peace was spread throughout the land;
+    The lion fed beside the lamb;
+        And with the kid,
+        To pastures led,
+    The spotted leopard fed
+        In peace, in peace
+        The calf and bear,
+    The wolf and lamb reposed together there.
+
+    As shepherds watched their flocks by night,
+    An angel brighter than the sun
+        Appeared in air,
+        And gently said,
+    "Fear not, be not afraid,
+        Behold, behold,
+        Beneath your eyes,
+    Earth has become a smiling Paradise."
+
+_Translated from the Neapolitan_
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN CAROL
+
+(_Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar, the Three Kings_)
+
+
+    We saw the light shine out a-far,
+      On Christmas in the morning.
+    And straight we knew Christ's Star it was,
+    Bright beaming in the morning.
+    Then did we fall on bended knee,
+    On Christmas in the morning,
+    And prais'd the Lord, who'd let us see
+    His glory at its dawning.
+
+    Oh! every thought be of His Name,
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    Who bore for us both grief and shame,
+      Afflictions sharpest scorning.
+    And may we die (when death shall come),
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    And see in heav'n, our glorious home,
+      The Star of Christmas morning.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE
+
+
+    In holly hedges starving birds
+        Silently mourn the setting year;
+    Upright like silver-plated swords
+        The flags stand in the frozen mere.
+
+    The mistletoe we still adore
+        Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:
+    In antique gardens hellebore
+        Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.
+
+    Shrivell'd and purple, cheek by jowl,
+        The hips and haws hang drearily;
+    Roll'd in a ball the sulky owl
+        Creeps far into his hollow tree.
+
+    In abbeys and cathedrals dim
+        The birth of Christ is acted o'er;
+    The kings of Cologne worship him,
+        Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.
+
+    The shepherds in the field at night
+        Beheld an angel glory-clad.
+    And shrank away with sore afright.
+        "Be not afraid," the angel bade.
+
+    "I bring good news to king and clown,
+        To you here crouching on the sward;
+    For there is born in David's town
+        A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
+
+    "Behold the babe is swathed, and laid
+        Within a manger." Straight there stood
+    Beside the angel all arrayed
+        A heavenly multitude.
+
+    "Glory to God," they sang; "and peace,
+        Good pleasure among men."
+    The wondrous message of release!
+        Glory to God again!
+
+    Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!
+        A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,
+    Of magic music wild and sweet,
+        Anemones and clarigolds.
+
+_John Davidson_
+
+
+_From "Fleet Street Eclogues." Included by permission of Dodd, Mead and
+Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE BIRDS
+
+
+    Whence comes this rush of wings afar.
+    Following straight the Noël star?
+    Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
+    Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
+
+    "Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here.
+    Into this stable, poor and drear?"
+    "Hast'ning we seek the new-born King,
+    And all our sweetest music bring."
+
+    Hark how the green-finch bears his part,
+    Philomel, too, with tender heart,
+    Chants from her leafy dark retreat
+    Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
+
+    Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,
+    Come where the Son of God doth lie;
+    Christ on the earth with man doth dwell.
+    Join in the shout, Noël, Noël.
+
+_Bas-Quercy_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERDS HAD AN ANGEL
+
+
+    The shepherds had an angel,
+      The wise men had a star;
+    But what have I, a little child,
+      To guide me home from far,
+    Where glad stars sing together,
+      And singing angels are?
+
+    Lord Jesus is my Guardian,
+      So I can nothing lack;
+    The lambs lie in His bosom
+      Along life's dangerous track:
+    The wilful lambs that go astray
+      He, bleeding, brings them back.
+
+    Those shepherds thro' the lonely night
+      Sat watching by their sheep,
+    Until they saw the heav'nly host
+      Who neither tire nor sleep,
+    All singing Glory, glory,
+      In festival they keep.
+
+    Christ watches me, His little lamb,
+      Cares for me day and night,
+    That I may be His own in heav'n;
+      So angels clad in white
+    Shall sing their Glory, glory,
+      For my sake in the height.
+
+    Lord, bring me nearer day by day,
+      Till I my voice unite,
+    And sing my Glory, glory,
+      With angels clad in white.
+    All Glory, glory, giv'n to Thee,
+      Thro' all the heav'nly height.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF A SHEPHERD BOY AT BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    Though these hands be rough from shearing
+        And the plow,
+    Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,
+    When the waiting nations hail Thee,
+    Bringing palms unto their King.
+        Now--I sing.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Hope divine.
+    If Thou wilt but smile upon me,
+        I will twine
+    Blossoms for Thy garlanding.
+    Thou'rt so little to be King,
+        God's Desire!
+        Not a brier
+    Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;
+        Rest Thee now.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Some fair day
+    Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,
+        Come away
+    Over hills and over hollow?
+    All the lambs will up and follow.
+    Follow but for love of Thee.
+        Lov'st Thou me?
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    I that watch am come from sheep-stead
+        And from plough.
+    Thou wilt have disdain of me
+    When Thou'rt lifted, royally,
+    Very high for all to see:
+        Smilest Thou?
+
+_Josephine Preston Peabody_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+THE LEAST OF CAROLS
+
+
+    Loveliest dawn of gold and rose
+    Steals across undrifted snows;
+    In brown, rustling oak leaves stir
+    Squirrel, nuthatch, woodpecker;
+    Brief their matins, but, by noon,
+    All the sunny wood's a-tune:
+    Jays, forgetting their harsh cries,
+    Pipe a spring note, clear and true;
+    Wheel on angel wings of blue,
+    Trumpeters of Paradise;
+    Then the tiniest feathered thing,
+    All a-flutter, tail and wing,
+    Gives himself to caroling:
+
+    "Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee!
+    Jesulino, hail to thee!
+    Lowliest baby born to-day,
+    Pillowed on a wisp of hay;
+    King no less of sky and earth,
+                And singing sea;
+    Jesu! Jesu! most and least!
+    For the sweetness of thy birth
+    Every little bird and beast,
+    Wind and wave and forest tree,
+    Praises God exceedingly,
+                            Exceedingly."
+
+_Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+NATIVITY SONG
+
+
+    The beautiful mother is bending
+      Low where her baby lies,
+    Helpless and frail, for her tending;
+      But she knows the glorious eyes.
+
+    The mother smiles and rejoices
+      While the baby laughs in the hay;
+    She listens to heavenly voices:
+      "The child shall be king, one day."
+
+    O dear little Christ in the manger,
+      Let me make merry with thee.
+    O King, in my hour of danger,
+      Wilt thou be strong for me?
+
+              _Adapted from the Latin of Jacopone da Todi
+                           by Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTMAS SILENCE
+
+
+    Hushed are the pigeons cooing low,
+      On dusty rafters of the loft;
+      And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,
+    Sleep on the fragrant hay below.
+
+    Dim shadows in the corner hide;
+      The glimmering lantern's rays are shed
+      Where one young lamb just lifts his head,
+    Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side.
+
+    Strange silence tingles in the air;
+      Through the half-open door a bar
+      Of light from one low hanging star
+    Touches a baby's radiant hair--
+
+    No sound--the mother, kneeling, lays
+      Her cheek against the little face.
+      Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!
+    'Tis yet in silence that she prays!
+
+    Ages of silence end to-night;
+      Then to the long-expectant earth
+      Glad angels come to greet His birth
+    In burst of music, love, and light!
+
+_Margaret Deland_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+BRING A TORCH, JEANETTE, ISABELLA!
+
+
+    Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella!
+    Bring a torch, to the cradle run!
+    It is Jesus, good folk of the village;
+    Christ is born, and Mary's calling;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son.
+
+    It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,
+    It is wrong to talk so loud;
+    Silence, all, as you gather around,
+    Lest your noise should waken Jesus:
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers;
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps.
+
+    Who goes there a-knocking so loudly?
+    Who goes there a-knocking like that?
+    Ope your doors, I have here on a plate
+    Some very good cakes which I am bringing:
+    Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open;
+    Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer.
+
+    Softly to the little stable,
+    Softly for a moment come;
+    Look and see how charming is Jesus,
+    How He is white, His cheeks are rosy.
+    Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
+    Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams.
+
+_Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG
+
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
+    Out in the street the wind was bold.
+    Now who would house Him from the cold?
+
+    Then opened wide a stable door
+    Fain were the rushes on the floor;
+    The Ox put forth a horned head:
+    "Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed."
+
+    Uprose the Sheep were folded near:
+    "Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here."
+    He entered there to rush and reed,
+    Who was the Lamb of God indeed.
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    With ox and sheep He laid Him down.
+    Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
+    For that they housed Him from the cold.
+
+_Lisette Woodworth Reese_
+
+
+_Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher._
+
+
+
+
+AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING
+
+
+    As Joseph was a-walking
+      He heard an angel sing:--
+    "This night there shall be born
+      Our heavenly King.
+
+    "He neither shall be born
+      In housen, nor in hall,
+    Nor in the place of Paradise,
+      But in an ox's stall.
+
+    "He neither shall be clothéd
+      In purple nor in pall;
+    But in the fair, white linen,
+      That usen babies all.
+
+    "He neither shall be rockéd
+      In silver nor in gold,
+    But in a wooden cradle
+      That rocks on the mould.
+
+    "He neither shall be christened
+      In white wine nor in red,
+    But with fair spring water
+      With which we were christenéd."
+
+    Mary took her baby,
+      She dressed Him so sweet,
+    She laid Him in a manger,
+      All there for to sleep.
+
+    As she stood over Him
+      She heard angels sing,
+    "O bless our dear Saviour,
+      Our heavenly King."
+
+_From the Cherry Tree Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CRADLE HYMN
+
+
+    Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
+    The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
+    The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay--
+    The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
+
+    The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
+    But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
+    I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
+    And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
+
+_Martin Luther_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Frosty wind made moan,
+    Earth stood hard as iron,
+        Water like a stone;
+    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
+        Snow on snow,
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Long ago.
+
+    Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
+        Nor earth sustain;
+    Heaven and earth shall flee away
+        When He comes to reign.
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        A stable-place sufficed
+    The Lord God Almighty
+        Jesus Christ.
+
+    Angels and archangels
+        May have gathered there,
+    Cherubim and seraphim
+        Thronged the air;
+    But only His Mother
+        In her maiden bliss
+    Worshipped her Beloved
+        With a kiss.
+
+    What can I give Him,
+        Poor as I am?
+    If I were a shepherd
+        I would bring a lamb,
+    If I were a Wise Man,
+        I would do my part,--
+    Yet what I can I give Him,
+        Give my heart.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    When the herds were watching
+      In the midnight chill,
+    Came a spotless lambkin
+      From the heavenly hill.
+
+    Snow was on the mountains,
+      And the wind was cold,
+    When from God's own garden
+      Dropped a rose of gold.
+
+    When 'twas bitter winter,
+      Houseless and forlorn
+    In a star-lit stable
+      Christ the Babe was born.
+
+    Welcome, heavenly lambkin;
+      Welcome, golden rose;
+    Alleluia, Baby,
+      In the swaddling clothes!
+
+_William Canton_
+
+
+
+
+A CHILD'S PRESENT TO HIS CHILD-SAVIOUR
+
+
+    Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
+    Unto thy little Saviour;
+    And tell Him, by that bud now blown,
+    He is the Rose of Sharon known.
+    When thou hast said so, stick it there
+    Upon His bib, or stomacher;
+    And tell Him, for good handsel[A] too,
+    That thou hast brought a whistle new,
+    Made of a clean straight oaten reed,
+    To charm his cries at time of need.
+    Tell Him, for coral thou hast none,
+    But if thou hadst, He should have one;
+    But poor thou art, and known to be
+    Even as moneyless as He.
+    Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss
+    From those mellifluous lips of His,
+    Then never take a second on,
+    To spoil the first impression.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+[A] handsel: a gift for good luck.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    There's a song in the air!
+    There's a star in the sky!
+    There's a mother's deep prayer
+    And a baby's low cry!
+        And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    There's a tumult of joy
+    O'er the wonderful birth,
+    For the virgin's sweet boy
+    Is the Lord of the earth,
+        Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    In the light of that star
+    Lie the ages impearled;
+    And that song from afar
+    Has swept over the world.
+        Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
+        In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
+
+    We rejoice in the light,
+    And we echo the song
+    That comes down through the night
+    From the heavenly throng.
+        Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
+        And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.
+
+_Josiah Gilbert Holland_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERD WHO STAYED
+
+
+        _There are in Paradise
+        Souls neither great nor wise,
+        Yet souls who wear no less
+        The crown of faithfulness._
+
+    My master bade me watch the flock by night;
+    My duty was to stay. I do not know
+    What thing my comrades saw in that great light,
+    I did not heed the words that bade them go,
+    I know not were they maddened or afraid;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    The hillside seemed on fire; I felt the sweep
+    Of wings above my head; I ran to see
+    If any danger threatened these my sheep.
+    What though I found them folded quietly,
+    What though my brother wept and plucked my sleeve,
+        They were not mine to leave.
+
+    Thieves in the wood and wolves upon the hill,
+    My duty was to stay. Strange though it be,
+    I had no thought to hold my mates, no will
+    To bid them wait and keep the watch with me.
+    I had not heard that summons they obeyed;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    Perchance they will return upon the dawn
+    With word of Bethlehem and why they went.
+    I only know that watching here alone,
+    I know a strange content.
+    I have not failed that trust upon me laid;
+        I ask no more--I stayed.
+
+_Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author and of The Century Company._
+
+
+
+
+GOOD KING WENCESLAS
+
+
+    Good King Wenceslas looked out
+      On the Feast of Stephen,
+    When the snow lay round about,
+      Deep, and crisp, and even.
+
+    Brightly shone the moon that night
+      Though the frost was cruel,
+    When a poor man came in sight,
+      Gath'ring winter fuel.
+
+    "Hither, page, and stand by me,
+      If thou know'st it, telling.
+    Yonder peasant, who is he?
+      Where and what his dwelling?"
+
+    "Sire, he lives a good league hence,
+      Underneath the mountain;
+    Right against the forest fence,
+      By Saint Agnes' fountain."
+
+    "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
+      Bring me pine-logs hither;
+    Thou and I shall see him dine,
+      When we bear them thither."
+
+    Page and monarch, forth they went,
+      Forth they went together;
+    Through the rude wind's wild lament
+      And the bitter weather.
+
+    "Sire, the night is darker now,
+      And the wind blows stronger;
+    Fails my heart, I know not how,
+      I can go no longer."
+
+    "Mark my footsteps, good my page;
+      Tread thou in them boldly:
+    Thou shalt find the winter rage
+      Freeze thy blood less coldly."
+
+    In his master's steps he trod,
+      Where the snow lay dinted;
+    Heat was in the very sod
+      Where the saint has printed.
+
+    Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
+      Wealth or rank possessing,
+    Ye who now will bless the poor,
+      Shall yourselves find blessing.
+
+_Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale_
+
+
+
+
+WE THREE KINGS
+
+
+    We Three Kings of Orient are,
+    Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
+      Field and fountain,
+      Moor and mountain,
+    Following yonder star.
+
+ _Chorus_
+    O Star of wonder, Star of night,
+    Star with Royal Beauty bright,
+      Westward leading.
+      Still proceeding,
+    Guide us to Thy perfect Light.
+
+ Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain,
+    Gold I bring to crown Him again;
+      King forever,
+      Ceasing never
+    Over us all to reign.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I,
+    Incense owns a deity nigh;
+      Prayer and praising
+      All men raising,
+    Worship Him God on high.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
+    Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
+      Sorrowing, sighing,
+      Bleeding, dying,
+    Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+    Glorious now behold Him arise,
+    King and God, and Sacrifice;
+      Heav'n sings Allelujah:
+      Allelujah,
+    The earth replies.
+
+_J. H. Hopkins, Jr._
+
+
+
+
+GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN
+
+
+    God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+    The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
+    When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,
+    For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
+    Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
+    When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn
+    The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:
+    Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+_Dinah Maria Mulock_
+
+
+
+
+THE WASSAIL SONG
+
+
+    Here we come a-wassailing
+      Among the leaves so green,
+    Here we come a-wandering
+      So fair to be seen.
+
+    Love and joy come to you
+      And to your wassail too,
+    And God bless you, and send you
+      A happy New Year.
+
+    We are not daily beggars
+      That beg from door to door,
+    But we are neighbours' children
+      That you have seen before.
+
+    Good Master and good Mistress,
+      As you sit by the fire,
+    Pray think of us poor children
+      Who are wandering in the mire.
+
+    Bring us out a table
+      And spread it with a cloth;
+    Bring us out a mouldy cheese
+      And some of your Christmas loaf.
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+      Likewise the mistress too;
+    And all the little children
+      That round the table go.
+
+_Old Devonshire Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+WASSAILER'S SONG
+
+
+    Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,
+    Our bread it is white, our ale it is brown;
+    Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;
+    We be good fellows all;--I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
+    God send master a happy new year;
+    A happy new year as ever he did see,--
+    With my wassail bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
+    God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
+    A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,--
+    With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
+    God send our master us never may fail
+    Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
+    And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
+
+    Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;
+    Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
+    Sing hey, O, maids! come trole back the pin,
+    And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.
+
+    Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best;
+    I hope your souls in heaven will rest;
+    But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
+    Then, down fall butler, and bowl and all.
+
+_Robert Southwell_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL IN PRAISE OF THE HOLLY AND IVY
+
+(_Holly and Ivy Made a Great Party_)
+
+
+    Holly and Ivy made a great party,
+      Who should have the mastery
+        In lands where they go.
+
+    Then spake Holly, "I am fierce and jolly,
+    I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Ivy, "I am loud and proud,
+    And I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Holly, and bent him down on his knee,
+    "I pray thee, gentle Ivy,
+    Essay me no villany
+        In the lands where we go."
+
+_Fifteenth Century Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS
+
+
+      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.
+
+      With the last year's brand
+      Light the new block, and
+    For good success in his spending,
+      On your psalteries play,
+      That sweet luck may
+    Come while the log is a-tending.
+
+      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.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE--ANOTHER CEREMONY
+
+
+    Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie,
+    That the thief, though ne'er so sly,
+    With his flesh-hooks, don't come nigh
+                        To catch it.
+
+    From him, who alone sits there,
+    Having his eyes still in his ear,
+    And a deal of nightly fear
+                        To watch it.
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS
+
+
+    Wash your hands, or else the fire
+    Will not tend to your desire;
+    Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,
+    Dead the fire, though ye blow.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+OUR JOYFUL FEAST
+
+
+    So, now is come our joyful feast,
+      Let every soul be jolly!
+    Each room with ivy leaves is drest,
+      And every post with holly.
+    Though some churls at our mirth repine,
+    Round your brows let garlands twine,
+    Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
+      And let us all be merry!
+
+    Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke,
+      And Christmas logs are burning;
+    Their ovens with baked meats do choke,
+      And all their spits are turning.
+    Without the door let sorrow lie,
+    And if for cold it hap to die,
+    We'll bury it in Christmas pie,
+      And evermore be merry!
+
+_George Wither_
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Christmas in Poetry, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Christmas in Poetry
+       Carols and Poems
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: December 26, 2013 [EBook #44524]
+
+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTMAS IN POETRY ***
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+<div class="transnote">
+<p>Transcriber's Note:</p>
+
+<p>Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as
+possible.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h1>Christmas in Poetry</h1>
+
+<div class="center">
+<img id="coverpage" src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="383" height="600" alt="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p class="center">Printed in the United States of America</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table summary="contents">
+<tr><td class="tdh">As Joseph Was A-Walking<br />
+From The Cherry Tree Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Boots and Saddles<br />
+Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella!<br />
+Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol<br />
+William Canton</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol<br />
+Kenneth Grahame</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol in Praise of the Holly and Ivy<br />
+Fifteenth Century Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol of the Birds<br />
+Bas-Quercy</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Carol of the Russian Children<br />
+Russian Folk Song</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Ceremonies for Christmas<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Child&rsquo;s Present to His Child-Saviour<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas<br />
+Nahum Tate</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Old English Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Translated from the Neapolitan</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Josiah Gilbert Holland</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Carol<br />
+Christine G. Rossetti</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve<br />
+John Davidson</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve&mdash;Another Ceremony<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Eve&mdash;Another Ceremony to the Maids<br />
+Robert Herrick</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Folksong<br />
+Lisette Woodworth Reese</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Hymn<br />
+C. Frances Alexander</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Christmas Silence<br />
+Margaret Deland</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Cradle Hymn<br />
+Martin Luther</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">From Far Away<br />
+William Morris</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_2">2</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen<br />
+Dinah Maria Mulock</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Golden Carol<br />
+Old Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Good King Wenceslas<br />
+Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Least of Carols<br />
+Sophie Jewett</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Lordings, Listen to Our Lay<br />
+Old Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Nativity Song<br />
+Sophie Jewett</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Neighbors of Bethlehem<br />
+Thirteenth Century French Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Our Joyful Feast<br />
+George Wither</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Shepherd Who Stayed<br />
+Theodosia Garrison</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Shepherds Had an Angel<br />
+Christina G. Rossetti</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Signs of Christmas<br />
+Edwin Lees</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Song of a Shepherd Boy at Bethlehem<br />
+Josephine Preston Peabody</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Story of the Shepherd<br />
+Translated from the Spanish</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">&rsquo;Twas Jolly, Jolly Wat<br />
+C. W. Stubbs</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Wassail Song<br />
+Old Devonshire Carol</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">Wassailer&rsquo;s Song<br />
+Robert Southwell</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdh">We Three Kings<br />
+J. H. Hopkins, jr.</td>
+<td class="tdp"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God bless the master of this house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">The mistress also,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little children,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That round the table go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And all your kin and folk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That dwell both far and near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish you a merry Christmas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">And a happy New Year.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old English Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>FROM FAR AWAY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From far away we come to you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From far away we come to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For as we wandered far and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What hap do you deem there should us betide?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Under a bent when the night was deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There lay three shepherds, tending their sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To stay your sorrow and heal your teen?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;In an ox stall this night we saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Babe and a maid without a flaw.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;There was an old man there beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hair was white, and his hood was wide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And as we gazed this thing upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those twain knelt down to the little one.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;And a marvellous song we straight did hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That slew our sorrow and healed our care.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">News of a fair and marvellous thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From far away we come to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To tell of great tidings, strange and true.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>William Morris</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lordings, listen to our lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have come from far away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To seek Christmas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this mansion we are told<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He His yearly feast doth hold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">&rsquo;Tis to-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May joy come from God above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To all those who Christmas love.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>&rsquo;TWAS JOLLY, JOLLY WAT</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas jolly, jolly Wat, my foy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was a goodman&rsquo;s shepherd boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he sat by his sheep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the hill-side so steep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And piped this song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A&rsquo;down from Heav&rsquo;n that is so high<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There came an angel companye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on Bethlehem hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thro&rsquo; the night-tide so still<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Their song out-rang:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high, On high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now must Wat go where Christ is born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, go and come again to-morn.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my pipe it shall play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All my heart it doth say<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To Shepherd King:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O peace on earth, good will to men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angels sang again, again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For to you was He born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On this Christmas morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So sing we all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high, On high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On high!<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jesu my King, it&rsquo;s naught for Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bob of cherries, one, two, three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But my tar-box and ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my pipe, I give all<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To Thee, my King.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy! Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell, herd-boy, saith Mary mild.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks, jolly Wat, smiled Mary&rsquo;s child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For fit gift for a king<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is your heart in the thing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So pipe you well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For joy, for joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O merry, merry sing for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ut hoy!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>C. W. Stubbs</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>BOOTS AND SADDLES</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our shepherds all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As pilgrims have departed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our shepherds all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have gone to Bethlehem.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gladly go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they are all stout-hearted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gladly go&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ah, could I go with them!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">I am too lame to walk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am too lame to walk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, mount and ride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A shepherd stout<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who sang a catamiaulo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A shepherd stout<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was walking lazily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He heard me speak<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saw me hobbling after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He turned and said<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would give help to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Here is my horse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That flies along the high-road,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is my horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best in all the towns.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bought him from<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A soldier in the army,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I got my horse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By payment of five crowns.&rdquo;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I have seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Child, the King of Heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I have seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Child who is God&rsquo;s son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to the mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I my praise have given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I have finished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All I should have done:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">No more shall I be lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No more shall I be lame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Boots and saddles, mount and ride.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Villagers all, this frosty tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let your doors swing open wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though wind may follow, and snow beside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy shall be yours in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blowing fingers and stamping feet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come from far away you to greet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You by the fire and we in the street&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bidding you joy in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For ere one half of the night was gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sudden a star has led us on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Raining bliss and benison&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bliss to-morrow and more anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy for every morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw the star o&rsquo;er a stable low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mary she might not further go&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome thatch, and litter below!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy was hers in the morning!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then they heard the angels tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Who were the first to cry NOWELL?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Animals all, as it befell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the stable where they did dwell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy shall be theirs in the morning!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Kenneth Grahame</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2">
+<i>From &ldquo;The Wind in the Willows&rdquo;;<br />
+Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner&rsquo;s Sons.<br />
+Included by permission of the publishers.</i>
+</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE NEIGHBORS OF BETHLEHEM</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That noisy tumult rising round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awaking all in slumber lying?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truly disturbing are these cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All through the quiet village flying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What, neighbor, then do ye not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God hath appeared on earth below<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now is born in manger lowly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In humble guise he came this night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Simple and meek, this infant holy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet how divine in beauty bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good neighbor, I must make amend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forthwith to bring Him will I send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Joseph with the gentle Mother.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When to my home these three I bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then will it far outshine all other,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A palace fair for greatest king!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Thirteenth Century French Carol</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL OF THE RUSSIAN CHILDREN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow-bound mountains, snow-bound valleys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snow-bound plateaus, clad in white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fur-robed moujiks, fur-robed nobles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fur-robed children, see the light.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaggy pony, shaggy oxen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gentle shepherds wait the light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little Jesus, little Mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good St. Joseph, come this night.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Russian Folk Song</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When on the barn&rsquo;s thatch&rsquo;d roof is seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moss in tufts of liveliest green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Roger to the wood pile goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as he turns, his fingers blows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all around is cold and drear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When up the garden walk in vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We seek for Flora&rsquo;s lovely train;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bleak and cheerless is the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all seems desolate around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christmas advances o&rsquo;er the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Tom at eve comes home from plough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brings the mistletoe&rsquo;s green bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With milk-white berries spotted o&rsquo;er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shakes it the sly maids before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hangs the trophy up on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bears home the huge unwieldy logs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, hissing on the smouldering fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flame out at last a quiv&rsquo;ring spire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When in his hat the holly stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Christmas musters up his bands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When cluster&rsquo;d round the fire at night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old William talks of ghost and sprite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as a distant out-house gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While some each shadowy nook explore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Christmas pauses at the door.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Dick comes shiv&rsquo;ring from the yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And says the pond is frozen hard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While from his hat, all white with snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The moisture, trickling, drops below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While carols sound, the night to cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Christmas and his train are here.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Edwin Lees</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS HYMN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once in royal David&rsquo;s city<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stood a lowly cattle-shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where a mother laid her Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a manger for His bed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mary was that mother mild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesus Christ her little Child.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He came down to earth from heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who is God and Lord of all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And His shelter was a stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And His cradle was a stall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the poor, and mean, and lowly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lived on earth our Saviour holy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And through all His wondrous childhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would honour and obey.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love and watch the lowly mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In whose gentle arms He lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christian children, all must be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mild, obedient, good as He.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For He is our childhood&rsquo;s Pattern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Day by day like us He grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was little, weak, and helpless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tears and smiles like us He knew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He feeleth for our sadness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He shareth in our gladness.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And our eyes at last shall see Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through His own redeeming love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that Child so dear and gentle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is our Lord in Heaven above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He leads His children on<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the place where He is gone.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not in that poor lowly stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the oxen standing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall see Him; but in Heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set at God&rsquo;s right hand on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When like stars His children crowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in white shall wait around.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>C. Frances Alexander</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While shepherds watch&rsquo;d their flocks by night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All seated on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The angel of the Lord came down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And glory shone around.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Fear not,&rdquo; said he (for mighty dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had seized their troubled mind);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Glad tidings of great joy I bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To you and all mankind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;To you, in David&rsquo;s town, this day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is born of David&rsquo;s line<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And this shall be the sign:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;The heavenly Babe you there shall find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To human view display&rsquo;d,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in a manger laid.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Appear&rsquo;d a shining throng<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of angels, praising God, and thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Address&rsquo;d their joyful song:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;All glory be to God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the earth be peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-will henceforth from heaven to men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Begin, and never cease!&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Nahum Tate</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE STORY OF THE SHEPHERD</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was the very noon of night: the stars above the fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More sure than clock or chiming bell, the hour of midnight told:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When from the heav&rsquo;ns there came a voice, and forms were seen to shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still bright&rsquo;ning as the music rose with light and love divine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With love divine, the song began; there shone a light serene:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O ne&rsquo;er could nightingale at dawn salute the rising day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sweetness like that bird of song in his immortal lay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O ne&rsquo;er were woodnotes heard at eve by banks with poplar shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So thrilling as the concert sweet by heav&rsquo;nly harpings made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love divine was in each chord, and filled each pause between:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I roused me at the piercing strain, but shrunk as from the ray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of summer lightning: all around so bright the splendour lay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For oh, it mastered sight and sense, to see that glory shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear that minstrel in the clouds, who sang of Love Divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see that form with bird-like wings, of more than mortal mien:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When once the rapturous trance was past, that so my sense could bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I left my sheep to Him whose care breathed in the western wind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I left them, for instead of snow, I trod on blade and flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ice dissolved in starry rays at morning&rsquo;s gracious hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Revealing where on earth the steps of Love Divine had been:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I hasted to a low-roofed shed, for so the Angel bade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bowed before the lowly rack where Love Divine was laid:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A new-born Babe, like tender Lamb, with Lion&rsquo;s strength there smiled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Lion&rsquo;s strength immortal might, was in that new-born Child;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Love Divine in child-like form had God for ever been:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Spanish</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Christ was born in Bethlehem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Twas night but seemed the noon of day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The star whose light<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Was pure and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shone with unwav&rsquo;ring ray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But one bright star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">One glorious star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Guided the Eastern Magi from afar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then peace was spread throughout the land;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lion fed beside the lamb;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And with the kid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To pastures led,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spotted leopard fed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In peace, in peace<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The calf and bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wolf and lamb reposed together there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As shepherds watched their flocks by night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An angel brighter than the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Appeared in air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And gently said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Fear not, be not afraid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Behold, behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beneath your eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth has become a smiling Paradise.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Neapolitan</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE GOLDEN CAROL<br />
+(<i>Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar, the Three Kings</i>)</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We saw the light shine out a-far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And straight we knew Christ&rsquo;s Star it was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright beaming in the morning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then did we fall on bended knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And prais&rsquo;d the Lord, who&rsquo;d let us see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His glory at its dawning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh! every thought be of His Name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who bore for us both grief and shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Afflictions sharpest scorning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And may we die (when death shall come),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On Christmas in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see in heav&rsquo;n, our glorious home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Star of Christmas morning.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS EVE</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In holly hedges starving birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Silently mourn the setting year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upright like silver-plated swords<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The flags stand in the frozen mere.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mistletoe we still adore<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In antique gardens hellebore<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shrivell&rsquo;d and purple, cheek by jowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The hips and haws hang drearily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roll&rsquo;d in a ball the sulky owl<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Creeps far into his hollow tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In abbeys and cathedrals dim<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The birth of Christ is acted o&rsquo;er;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The kings of Cologne worship him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shepherds in the field at night<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Beheld an angel glory-clad.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shrank away with sore afright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">&ldquo;Be not afraid,&rdquo; the angel bade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I bring good news to king and clown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To you here crouching on the sward;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there is born in David&rsquo;s town<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Behold the babe is swathed, and laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Within a manger.&rdquo; Straight there stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside the angel all arrayed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A heavenly multitude.<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Glory to God,&rdquo; they sang; &ldquo;and peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Good pleasure among men.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wondrous message of release!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Glory to God again!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of magic music wild and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Anemones and clarigolds.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>John Davidson</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;Fleet Street Eclogues.&rdquo; Included by permission of
+Dodd, Mead and Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL OF THE BIRDS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whence comes this rush of wings afar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Following straight the Noël star?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into this stable, poor and drear?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Hast&rsquo;ning we seek the new-born King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all our sweetest music bring.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hark how the green-finch bears his part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Philomel, too, with tender heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chants from her leafy dark retreat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come where the Son of God doth lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ on the earth with man doth dwell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Join in the shout, Noël, Noël.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Bas-Quercy</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE SHEPHERDS HAD AN ANGEL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The shepherds had an angel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wise men had a star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what have I, a little child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To guide me home from far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where glad stars sing together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And singing angels are?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Jesus is my Guardian,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So I can nothing lack;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lambs lie in His bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Along life&rsquo;s dangerous track:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wilful lambs that go astray<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He, bleeding, brings them back.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those shepherds thro&rsquo; the lonely night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sat watching by their sheep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they saw the heav&rsquo;nly host<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who neither tire nor sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All singing Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In festival they keep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Christ watches me, His little lamb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cares for me day and night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may be His own in heav&rsquo;n;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So angels clad in white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall sing their Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my sake in the height.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, bring me nearer day by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till I my voice unite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sing my Glory, glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With angels clad in white.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All Glory, glory, giv&rsquo;n to Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thro&rsquo; all the heav&rsquo;nly height.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Christina G. Rossetti</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>SONG OF A SHEPHERD BOY AT BETHLEHEM</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though these hands be rough from shearing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the plow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the waiting nations hail Thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bringing palms unto their King.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now&mdash;I sing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hope divine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Thou wilt but smile upon me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I will twine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blossoms for Thy garlanding.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou&rsquo;rt so little to be King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">God&rsquo;s Desire!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Not a brier<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Some fair day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Come away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over hills and over hollow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the lambs will up and follow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow but for love of Thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Lov&rsquo;st Thou me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Rest Thee now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I that watch am come from sheep-stead<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And from plough.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou wilt have disdain of me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Thou&rsquo;rt lifted, royally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Very high for all to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Smilest Thou?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Josephine Preston Peabody</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE LEAST OF CAROLS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Loveliest dawn of gold and rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Steals across undrifted snows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In brown, rustling oak leaves stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Squirrel, nuthatch, woodpecker;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brief their matins, but, by noon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the sunny wood&rsquo;s a-tune:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jays, forgetting their harsh cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pipe a spring note, clear and true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wheel on angel wings of blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trumpeters of Paradise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the tiniest feathered thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All a-flutter, tail and wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gives himself to caroling:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesulino, hail to thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lowliest baby born to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pillowed on a wisp of hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">King no less of sky and earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And singing sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jesu! Jesu! most and least!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the sweetness of thy birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every little bird and beast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wind and wave and forest tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praises God exceedingly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i24">Exceedingly.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Sophie Jewett</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;The Poems of Sophie Jewett.&rdquo; Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>NATIVITY SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The beautiful mother is bending<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Low where her baby lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Helpless and frail, for her tending;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But she knows the glorious eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mother smiles and rejoices<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the baby laughs in the hay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She listens to heavenly voices:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&ldquo;The child shall be king, one day.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O dear little Christ in the manger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let me make merry with thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O King, in my hour of danger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wilt thou be strong for me?<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author">
+<div class="ilb center">
+<i>Adapted from the Latin of Jacopone da Todi<br />
+by Sophie Jewett</i>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>From &ldquo;The Poems of Sophie Jewett.&rdquo; Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE CHRISTMAS SILENCE</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hushed are the pigeons cooing low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On dusty rafters of the loft;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep on the fragrant hay below.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dim shadows in the corner hide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The glimmering lantern&rsquo;s rays are shed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where one young lamb just lifts his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then huddles &rsquo;gainst his mother&rsquo;s side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Strange silence tingles in the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the half-open door a bar<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of light from one low hanging star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Touches a baby&rsquo;s radiant hair&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No sound&mdash;the mother, kneeling, lays<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her cheek against the little face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&rsquo;Tis yet in silence that she prays!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ages of silence end to-night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then to the long-expectant earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glad angels come to greet His birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In burst of music, love, and light!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Margaret Deland</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>BRING A TORCH, JEANETTE, ISABELLA!</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring a torch, to the cradle run!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is Jesus, good folk of the village;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ is born, and Mary&rsquo;s calling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is wrong to talk so loud;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silence, all, as you gather around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest your noise should waken Jesus:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who goes there a-knocking so loudly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who goes there a-knocking like that?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ope your doors, I have here on a plate<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some very good cakes which I am bringing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Softly to the little stable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softly for a moment come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look and see how charming is Jesus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How He is white, His cheeks are rosy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Provençal Noël of Nicholas Saboly</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little Jesus came to town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wind blew up, the wind blew down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out in the street the wind was bold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now who would house Him from the cold?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then opened wide a stable door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fain were the rushes on the floor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Ox put forth a horned head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Uprose the Sheep were folded near:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He entered there to rush and reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who was the Lamb of God indeed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little Jesus came to town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With ox and sheep He laid Him down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that they housed Him from the cold.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Lisette Woodworth Reese</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As Joseph was a-walking<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He heard an angel sing:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;This night there shall be born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our heavenly King.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In housen, nor in hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in the place of Paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But in an ox&rsquo;s stall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be clothéd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In purple nor in pall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in the fair, white linen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That usen babies all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be rockéd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In silver nor in gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in a wooden cradle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That rocks on the mould.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;He neither shall be christened<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In white wine nor in red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with fair spring water<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With which we were christenéd.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mary took her baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She dressed Him so sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She laid Him in a manger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All there for to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As she stood over Him<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She heard angels sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;O bless our dear Saviour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our heavenly King.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>From the Cherry Tree Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CRADLE HYMN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Martin Luther</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Frosty wind made moan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth stood hard as iron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Water like a stone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snow had fallen, snow on snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Snow on snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Long ago.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor earth sustain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven and earth shall flee away<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">When He comes to reign.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the bleak mid-winter<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A stable-place sufficed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Lord God Almighty<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Jesus Christ.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Angels and archangels<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">May have gathered there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cherubim and seraphim<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Thronged the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But only His Mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In her maiden bliss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worshipped her Beloved<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With a kiss.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What can I give Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Poor as I am?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I were a shepherd<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I would bring a lamb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I were a Wise Man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I would do my part,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet what I can I give Him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Give my heart.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Christina G. Rossetti</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the herds were watching<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the midnight chill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Came a spotless lambkin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the heavenly hill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Snow was on the mountains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wind was cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When from God&rsquo;s own garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dropped a rose of gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When &rsquo;twas bitter winter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Houseless and forlorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a star-lit stable<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Christ the Babe was born.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, heavenly lambkin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcome, golden rose;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alleluia, Baby,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the swaddling clothes!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>William Canton</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>A CHILD&rsquo;S PRESENT TO HIS CHILD-SAVIOUR</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go, pretty child, and bear this flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto thy little Saviour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, by that bud now blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is the Rose of Sharon known.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou hast said so, stick it there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon His bib, or stomacher;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell Him, for good handsel<a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That thou hast brought a whistle new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made of a clean straight oaten reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To charm his cries at time of need.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell Him, for coral thou hast none,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou hadst, He should have one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But poor thou art, and known to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even as moneyless as He.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From those mellifluous lips of His,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then never take a second on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spoil the first impression.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<div class="footnote">
+
+<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> handsel: a gift for good luck.</p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p></div>
+
+<h2>A CHRISTMAS CAROL</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a song in the air!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a star in the sky!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a mother&rsquo;s deep prayer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a baby&rsquo;s low cry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There&rsquo;s a tumult of joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O&rsquo;er the wonderful birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the virgin&rsquo;s sweet boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the Lord of the earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the light of that star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie the ages impearled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that song from afar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has swept over the world.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We rejoice in the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we echo the song<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That comes down through the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the heavenly throng.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Josiah Gilbert Holland</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE SHEPHERD WHO STAYED</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<i><span class="i4">There are in Paradise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Souls neither great nor wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Yet souls who wear no less<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The crown of faithfulness.<br /></span></i>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My master bade me watch the flock by night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My duty was to stay. I do not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What thing my comrades saw in that great light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did not heed the words that bade them go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not were they maddened or afraid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I only know I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hillside seemed on fire; I felt the sweep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wings above my head; I ran to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If any danger threatened these my sheep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though I found them folded quietly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What though my brother wept and plucked my sleeve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They were not mine to leave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thieves in the wood and wolves upon the hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My duty was to stay. Strange though it be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had no thought to hold my mates, no will<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To bid them wait and keep the watch with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had not heard that summons they obeyed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I only know I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perchance they will return upon the dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With word of Bethlehem and why they went.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I only know that watching here alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know a strange content.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have not failed that trust upon me laid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I ask no more&mdash;I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Theodosia Garrison</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of the author and of The Century Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>GOOD KING WENCESLAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good King Wenceslas looked out<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the Feast of Stephen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the snow lay round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deep, and crisp, and even.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brightly shone the moon that night<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though the frost was cruel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a poor man came in sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gath&rsquo;ring winter fuel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Hither, page, and stand by me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou know&rsquo;st it, telling.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yonder peasant, who is he?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where and what his dwelling?&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Sire, he lives a good league hence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Underneath the mountain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right against the forest fence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By Saint Agnes&rsquo; fountain.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bring me pine-logs hither;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou and I shall see him dine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When we bear them thither.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Page and monarch, forth they went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forth they went together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the rude wind&rsquo;s wild lament<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the bitter weather.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Sire, the night is darker now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wind blows stronger;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fails my heart, I know not how,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I can go no longer.&rdquo;<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;Mark my footsteps, good my page;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tread thou in them boldly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt find the winter rage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Freeze thy blood less coldly.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In his master&rsquo;s steps he trod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the snow lay dinted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heat was in the very sod<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the saint has printed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore, Christian men, be sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wealth or rank possessing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye who now will bless the poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall yourselves find blessing.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>WE THREE KINGS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">We Three Kings of Orient are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bearing gifts we traverse afar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Field and fountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Moor and mountain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Following yonder star.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><i>Chorus</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O Star of wonder, Star of night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Star with Royal Beauty bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Westward leading.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Still proceeding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Guide us to Thy perfect Light.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gold I bring to crown Him again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">King forever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ceasing never<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Over us all to reign.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Incense owns a deity nigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Prayer and praising<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">All men raising,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Worship Him God on high.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Breathes a life of gathering gloom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sorrowing, sighing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bleeding, dying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chorus: O Star of wonder....<br /></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Glorious now behold Him arise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">King and God, and Sacrifice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Heav&rsquo;n sings Allelujah:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Allelujah,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The earth replies.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>J. H. Hopkins, Jr.</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dawn rose red o&rsquo;er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Dinah Maria Mulock</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>THE WASSAIL SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here we come a-wassailing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among the leaves so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here we come a-wandering<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So fair to be seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love and joy come to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to your wassail too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And God bless you, and send you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A happy New Year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We are not daily beggars<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That beg from door to door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we are neighbours&rsquo; children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you have seen before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good Master and good Mistress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As you sit by the fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray think of us poor children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who are wandering in the mire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bring us out a table<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spread it with a cloth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring us out a mouldy cheese<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some of your Christmas loaf.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God bless the master of this house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Likewise the mistress too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the little children<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That round the table go.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Old Devonshire Carol</i></div>
+
+<p class="p2"><i>Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>WASSAILER&rsquo;S SONG</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our bread it is white, our ale it is brown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We be good fellows all;&mdash;I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our horse, and to his right ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send master a happy new year;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A happy new year as ever he did see,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my wassail bowl I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our mare, and to her right eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A good Christmas pie as e&rsquo;er I did see,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here&rsquo;s to our cow, and to her long tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God send our master us never may fail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And our jolly wassail it&rsquo;s then you shall hear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing hey, O, maids! come trole back the pin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hope your souls in heaven will rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, down fall butler, and bowl and all.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Southwell</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CAROL IN PRAISE OF THE HOLLY AND IVY<br />
+(<i>Holly and Ivy Made a Great Party</i>)</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Holly and Ivy made a great party,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who should have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where they go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Holly, &ldquo;I am fierce and jolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Ivy, &ldquo;I am loud and proud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will have the mastery<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake Holly, and bent him down on his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&ldquo;I pray thee, gentle Ivy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Essay me no villany<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the lands where we go.&rdquo;<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Fifteenth Century Carol</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Come, bring with a noise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My merry, merry boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Christmas log to the firing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my good dame, she<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bids ye all be free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drink to your heart&rsquo;s desiring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">With the last year&rsquo;s brand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light the new block, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For good success in his spending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On your psalteries play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sweet luck may<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come while the log is a-tending.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Drink now the strong beer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cut the white loaf here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while the meat is a-shredding;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the rare mince-pie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the plums stand by<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fill the paste that&rsquo;s a-kneading.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHRISTMAS EVE&mdash;ANOTHER CEREMONY</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the thief, though ne&rsquo;er so sly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his flesh-hooks, don&rsquo;t come nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">To catch it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From him, who alone sits there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Having his eyes still in his ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a deal of nightly fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">To watch it.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+<h2>ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wash your hands, or else the fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will not tend to your desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead the fire, though ye blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>Robert Herrick</i></div>
+
+<hr class="chap" />
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>OUR JOYFUL FEAST</h2>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, now is come our joyful feast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let every soul be jolly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each room with ivy leaves is drest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every post with holly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though some churls at our mirth repine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round your brows let garlands twine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let us all be merry!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now all our neighbours&rsquo; chimneys smoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Christmas logs are burning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their ovens with baked meats do choke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all their spits are turning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without the door let sorrow lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if for cold it hap to die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We&rsquo;ll bury it in Christmas pie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And evermore be merry!<br /></span>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<div class="author"><i>George Wither</i></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Christmas in Poetry, by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: Christmas in Poetry
+       Carols and Poems
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: December 26, 2013 [EBook #44524]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CHRISTMAS IN POETRY ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Charlene Taylor, Paul Clark and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This
+file was produced from images generously made available
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+
+
+    Transcriber's Note:
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+    Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as
+    possible.
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+    Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
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+
+
+                          CHRISTMAS IN POETRY
+
+                           CAROLS AND POEMS
+
+                         CHOSEN BY A COMMITTEE
+                                OF THE
+                  CARNEGIE LIBRARY SCHOOL ASSOCIATION
+
+                             FIRST SERIES
+
+                               NEW YORK
+                       THE H. W. WILSON COMPANY
+                         LONDON: GRAFTON & CO.
+                                 1922
+
+
+
+
+                Printed in the United States of America
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+ As Joseph Was A-Walking                            31
+    From The Cherry Tree Carol
+
+ Boots and Saddles                                   7
+    Provencal Noel of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella!                29
+    Provencal Noel of Nicholas Saboly
+
+ Carol                                              34
+    William Canton
+
+ Carol                                               9
+    Kenneth Grahame
+
+ Carol in Praise of the Holly and Ivy               45
+    Fifteenth Century Carol
+
+ Carol of the Birds                                 23
+    Bas-Quercy
+
+ Carol of the Russian Children                      11
+    Russian Folk Song
+
+ Ceremonies for Christmas                           46
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Child's Present to His Child-Saviour               35
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas                                          16
+    Nahum Tate
+
+ Christmas Carol                                     1
+    Old English Carol
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    19
+    Translated from the Neapolitan
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    36
+    Josiah Gilbert Holland
+
+ Christmas Carol                                    33
+    Christine G. Rossetti
+
+ Christmas Eve                                      21
+    John Davidson
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony                    47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Eve--Another Ceremony to the Maids       47
+    Robert Herrick
+
+ Christmas Folksong                                 30
+    Lisette Woodworth Reese
+
+ Christmas Hymn                                     14
+    C. Frances Alexander
+
+ Christmas Silence                                  28
+    Margaret Deland
+
+ Cradle Hymn                                        32
+    Martin Luther
+
+ From Far Away                                       2
+    William Morris
+
+ God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen                       42
+    Dinah Maria Mulock
+
+ Golden Carol                                       20
+    Old Carol
+
+ Good King Wenceslas                                38
+    Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale
+
+ Least of Carols                                    26
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Lordings, Listen to Our Lay                         4
+    Old Carol
+
+ Nativity Song                                      27
+    Sophie Jewett
+
+ Neighbors of Bethlehem                             10
+    Thirteenth Century French Carol
+
+ Our Joyful Feast                                   48
+    George Wither
+
+ Shepherd Who Stayed                                37
+    Theodosia Garrison
+
+ Shepherds Had an Angel                             24
+    Christina G. Rossetti
+
+ Signs of Christmas                                 12
+    Edwin Lees
+
+ Song of a Shepherd Boy at Bethlehem                25
+    Josephine Preston Peabody
+
+ Story of the Shepherd                              17
+    Translated from the Spanish
+
+ 'Twas Jolly, Jolly Wat                              5
+    C. W. Stubbs
+
+ Wassail Song                                       43
+    Old Devonshire Carol
+
+ Wassailer's Song                                   44
+    Robert Southwell
+
+ We Three Kings                                     40
+    J. H. Hopkins, jr.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+              The mistress also,
+    And all the little children,
+              That round the table go.
+
+    And all your kin and folk,
+              That dwell both far and near;
+    I wish you a merry Christmas,
+              And a happy New Year.
+
+_Old English Carol_
+
+
+
+
+FROM FAR AWAY
+
+
+    From far away we come to you.
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+    For as we wandered far and wide,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    What hap do you deem there should us betide?
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    Under a bent when the night was deep,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    There lay three shepherds, tending their sheep.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "O ye shepherds, what have ye seen,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    To stay your sorrow and heal your teen?"
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "In an ox stall this night we saw,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    A Babe and a maid without a flaw.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "There was an old man there beside;
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    His hair was white, and his hood was wide.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And as we gazed this thing upon,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Those twain knelt down to the little one.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    "And a marvellous song we straight did hear,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door.
+    That slew our sorrow and healed our care."
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+
+    News of a fair and marvellous thing,
+      The snow in the street, and the wind on the door,
+    Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, we sing.
+      Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor.
+        From far away we come to you,
+        To tell of great tidings, strange and true.
+
+_William Morris_
+
+
+
+
+LORDINGS, LISTEN TO OUR LAY
+
+
+    Lordings, listen to our lay--
+    We have come from far away
+        To seek Christmas;
+    In this mansion we are told
+    He His yearly feast doth hold:
+        'Tis to-day!
+    May joy come from God above,
+    To all those who Christmas love.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+'TWAS JOLLY, JOLLY WAT
+
+
+    'Twas jolly, jolly Wat, my foy,
+    He was a goodman's shepherd boy,
+      And he sat by his sheep
+      On the hill-side so steep,
+        And piped this song,
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    A'down from Heav'n that is so high
+    There came an angel companye,
+      And on Bethlehem hill
+      Thro' the night-tide so still
+        Their song out-rang:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Now must Wat go where Christ is born,
+    Yea, go and come again to-morn.
+      And my pipe it shall play,
+      All my heart it doth say
+        To Shepherd King:
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    O peace on earth, good will to men,
+    The angels sang again, again,
+      For to you was He born
+      On this Christmas morn,
+        So sing we all:
+          On high, On high,
+      O glory be to God on high,
+          On high!
+
+    Jesu my King, it's naught for Thee,
+    A bob of cherries, one, two, three,
+      But my tar-box and ball,
+      And my pipe, I give all
+        To Thee, my King.
+          Ut hoy! Ut hoy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+    Farewell, herd-boy, saith Mary mild.
+    Thanks, jolly Wat, smiled Mary's child,
+      For fit gift for a king
+      Is your heart in the thing.
+        So pipe you well,
+          For joy, for joy!
+      O merry, merry sing for joy,
+          Ut hoy!
+
+_C. W. Stubbs_
+
+
+
+
+BOOTS AND SADDLES
+
+
+    Our shepherds all
+      As pilgrims have departed,
+    Our shepherds all
+      Have gone to Bethlehem.
+    They gladly go
+      For they are all stout-hearted,
+    They gladly go--
+      Ah, could I go with them!
+
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      I am too lame to walk,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+    A shepherd stout
+      Who sang a catamiaulo,
+    A shepherd stout
+      Was walking lazily.
+    He heard me speak
+      And saw me hobbling after,
+    He turned and said
+      He would give help to me.
+
+    "Here is my horse
+      That flies along the high-road,
+    Here is my horse,
+      The best in all the towns.
+    I bought him from
+      A soldier in the army,
+    I got my horse
+      By payment of five crowns."
+
+    When I have seen
+      The Child, the King of Heaven,
+    When I have seen
+      The Child who is God's son,
+    When to the mother,
+      I my praise have given,
+    When I have finished,
+      All I should have done:
+
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, boots and saddles,
+      No more shall I be lame,
+        Boots and saddles, mount and ride.
+
+_Provencal Noel of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    Villagers all, this frosty tide,
+    Let your doors swing open wide,
+    Though wind may follow, and snow beside,
+    Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;
+      Joy shall be yours in the morning!
+
+    Here we stand in the cold and the sleet,
+    Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
+    Come from far away you to greet--
+    You by the fire and we in the street--
+      Bidding you joy in the morning!
+
+    For ere one half of the night was gone,
+    Sudden a star has led us on,
+    Raining bliss and benison--
+    Bliss to-morrow and more anon,
+      Joy for every morning!
+
+    Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow--
+    Saw the star o'er a stable low;
+    Mary she might not further go--
+    Welcome thatch, and litter below!
+      Joy was hers in the morning!
+
+    And then they heard the angels tell
+    "Who were the first to cry NOWELL?
+    Animals all, as it befell,
+    In the stable where they did dwell!
+      Joy shall be theirs in the morning!"
+
+_Kenneth Grahame_
+
+
+ _From "The Wind in the Willows";
+ Copyright, 1908, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
+ Included by permission of the publishers._
+
+
+
+
+THE NEIGHBORS OF BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,
+    That noisy tumult rising round,
+    Awaking all in slumber lying?
+    Truly disturbing are these cries,
+    All through the quiet village flying,
+    O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!
+
+    What, neighbor, then do ye not know
+    God hath appeared on earth below
+    And now is born in manger lowly!
+    In humble guise he came this night,
+    Simple and meek, this infant holy,
+    Yet how divine in beauty bright.
+
+    Good neighbor, I must make amend,
+    Forthwith to bring Him will I send,
+    And Joseph with the gentle Mother.
+    When to my home these three I bring,
+    Then will it far outshine all other,
+    A palace fair for greatest king!
+
+_Thirteenth Century French Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE RUSSIAN CHILDREN
+
+
+    Snow-bound mountains, snow-bound valleys,
+    Snow-bound plateaus, clad in white,
+    Fur-robed moujiks, fur-robed nobles,
+    Fur-robed children, see the light.
+    Shaggy pony, shaggy oxen,
+    Gentle shepherds wait the light;
+    Little Jesus, little Mother,
+    Good St. Joseph, come this night.
+
+_Russian Folk Song_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+SIGNS OF CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    When on the barn's thatch'd roof is seen
+    The moss in tufts of liveliest green;
+    When Roger to the wood pile goes,
+    And, as he turns, his fingers blows;
+    When all around is cold and drear,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is near.
+
+    When up the garden walk in vain
+    We seek for Flora's lovely train;
+    When the sweet hawthorn bower is bare,
+    And bleak and cheerless is the air;
+    When all seems desolate around,
+    Christmas advances o'er the ground.
+
+    When Tom at eve comes home from plough,
+    And brings the mistletoe's green bough,
+    With milk-white berries spotted o'er,
+    And shakes it the sly maids before,
+    Then hangs the trophy up on high,
+    Be sure that Christmas-tide is nigh.
+
+    When Hal, the woodman, in his clogs,
+    Bears home the huge unwieldy logs,
+    That, hissing on the smouldering fire,
+    Flame out at last a quiv'ring spire;
+    When in his hat the holly stands,
+    Old Christmas musters up his bands.
+
+    When cluster'd round the fire at night,
+    Old William talks of ghost and sprite,
+    And, as a distant out-house gate
+    Slams by the wind, they fearful wait,
+    While some each shadowy nook explore,
+    Then Christmas pauses at the door.
+
+    When Dick comes shiv'ring from the yard,
+    And says the pond is frozen hard,
+    While from his hat, all white with snow,
+    The moisture, trickling, drops below,
+    While carols sound, the night to cheer,
+    Then Christmas and his train are here.
+
+_Edwin Lees_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS HYMN
+
+
+    Once in royal David's city
+      Stood a lowly cattle-shed
+    Where a mother laid her Baby,
+      In a manger for His bed.
+    Mary was that mother mild,
+    Jesus Christ her little Child.
+
+    He came down to earth from heaven,
+      Who is God and Lord of all,
+    And His shelter was a stable,
+      And His cradle was a stall.
+    With the poor, and mean, and lowly
+    Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
+
+    And through all His wondrous childhood,
+      He would honour and obey.
+    Love and watch the lowly mother
+      In whose gentle arms He lay.
+    Christian children, all must be
+    Mild, obedient, good as He.
+
+    For He is our childhood's Pattern,
+      Day by day like us He grew;
+    He was little, weak, and helpless,
+      Tears and smiles like us He knew:
+    And He feeleth for our sadness,
+    And He shareth in our gladness.
+
+    And our eyes at last shall see Him,
+      Through His own redeeming love,
+    For that Child so dear and gentle
+      Is our Lord in Heaven above;
+    And He leads His children on
+    To the place where He is gone.
+
+    Not in that poor lowly stable,
+      With the oxen standing by,
+    We shall see Him; but in Heaven,
+      Set at God's right hand on high;
+    When like stars His children crowned,
+    All in white shall wait around.
+
+_C. Frances Alexander_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS
+
+
+    While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
+      All seated on the ground,
+    The angel of the Lord came down,
+      And glory shone around.
+
+    "Fear not," said he (for mighty dread
+      Had seized their troubled mind);
+    "Glad tidings of great joy I bring
+      To you and all mankind.
+
+    "To you, in David's town, this day
+      Is born of David's line
+    The Saviour who is Christ the Lord;
+      And this shall be the sign:
+
+    "The heavenly Babe you there shall find
+      To human view display'd,
+    All meanly wrapt in swathing bands,
+      And in a manger laid."
+
+    Thus spake the Seraph; and forthwith
+      Appear'd a shining throng
+    Of angels, praising God, and thus
+      Address'd their joyful song:
+
+    "All glory be to God on high,
+      And to the earth be peace;
+    Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
+      Begin, and never cease!"
+
+_Nahum Tate_
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE SHEPHERD
+
+
+ It was the very noon of night: the stars above the fold,
+ More sure than clock or chiming bell, the hour of midnight told:
+ When from the heav'ns there came a voice, and forms were seen to shine
+ Still bright'ning as the music rose with light and love divine.
+ With love divine, the song began; there shone a light serene:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ O ne'er could nightingale at dawn salute the rising day
+ With sweetness like that bird of song in his immortal lay:
+ O ne'er were woodnotes heard at eve by banks with poplar shade
+ So thrilling as the concert sweet by heav'nly harpings made;
+ For love divine was in each chord, and filled each pause between:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I roused me at the piercing strain, but shrunk as from the ray
+ Of summer lightning: all around so bright the splendour lay.
+ For oh, it mastered sight and sense, to see that glory shine,
+ To hear that minstrel in the clouds, who sang of Love Divine,
+ To see that form with bird-like wings, of more than mortal mien:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ When once the rapturous trance was past, that so my sense could bind,
+ I left my sheep to Him whose care breathed in the western wind:
+ I left them, for instead of snow, I trod on blade and flower,
+ And ice dissolved in starry rays at morning's gracious hour,
+ Revealing where on earth the steps of Love Divine had been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+ I hasted to a low-roofed shed, for so the Angel bade;
+ And bowed before the lowly rack where Love Divine was laid:
+ A new-born Babe, like tender Lamb, with Lion's strength there smiled;
+ For Lion's strength immortal might, was in that new-born Child;
+ That Love Divine in child-like form had God for ever been:
+ O, who hath heard what I have heard, or seen what I have seen?
+
+_Translated from the Spanish_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    When Christ was born in Bethlehem,
+    'Twas night but seemed the noon of day:
+        The star whose light
+        Was pure and bright,
+    Shone with unwav'ring ray;
+        But one bright star,
+        One glorious star
+    Guided the Eastern Magi from afar.
+
+    Then peace was spread throughout the land;
+    The lion fed beside the lamb;
+        And with the kid,
+        To pastures led,
+    The spotted leopard fed
+        In peace, in peace
+        The calf and bear,
+    The wolf and lamb reposed together there.
+
+    As shepherds watched their flocks by night,
+    An angel brighter than the sun
+        Appeared in air,
+        And gently said,
+    "Fear not, be not afraid,
+        Behold, behold,
+        Beneath your eyes,
+    Earth has become a smiling Paradise."
+
+_Translated from the Neapolitan_
+
+
+
+
+THE GOLDEN CAROL
+
+(_Of Melchior, Balthazar, and Caspar, the Three Kings_)
+
+
+    We saw the light shine out a-far,
+      On Christmas in the morning.
+    And straight we knew Christ's Star it was,
+    Bright beaming in the morning.
+    Then did we fall on bended knee,
+    On Christmas in the morning,
+    And prais'd the Lord, who'd let us see
+    His glory at its dawning.
+
+    Oh! every thought be of His Name,
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    Who bore for us both grief and shame,
+      Afflictions sharpest scorning.
+    And may we die (when death shall come),
+      On Christmas in the morning,
+    And see in heav'n, our glorious home,
+      The Star of Christmas morning.
+
+_Old Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE
+
+
+    In holly hedges starving birds
+        Silently mourn the setting year;
+    Upright like silver-plated swords
+        The flags stand in the frozen mere.
+
+    The mistletoe we still adore
+        Upon the twisted hawthorn grows:
+    In antique gardens hellebore
+        Puts forth its blushing Christmas rose.
+
+    Shrivell'd and purple, cheek by jowl,
+        The hips and haws hang drearily;
+    Roll'd in a ball the sulky owl
+        Creeps far into his hollow tree.
+
+    In abbeys and cathedrals dim
+        The birth of Christ is acted o'er;
+    The kings of Cologne worship him,
+        Balthazar, Jasper, Melchior.
+
+    The shepherds in the field at night
+        Beheld an angel glory-clad.
+    And shrank away with sore afright.
+        "Be not afraid," the angel bade.
+
+    "I bring good news to king and clown,
+        To you here crouching on the sward;
+    For there is born in David's town
+        A Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
+
+    "Behold the babe is swathed, and laid
+        Within a manger." Straight there stood
+    Beside the angel all arrayed
+        A heavenly multitude.
+
+    "Glory to God," they sang; "and peace,
+        Good pleasure among men."
+    The wondrous message of release!
+        Glory to God again!
+
+    Hush! Hark! the waits, far up the street!
+        A distant, ghostly charm unfolds,
+    Of magic music wild and sweet,
+        Anemones and clarigolds.
+
+_John Davidson_
+
+
+_From "Fleet Street Eclogues." Included by permission of Dodd, Mead and
+Company._
+
+
+
+
+CAROL OF THE BIRDS
+
+
+    Whence comes this rush of wings afar.
+    Following straight the Noel star?
+    Birds from the woods in wondrous flight,
+    Bethlehem seek this Holy Night.
+
+    "Tell us, ye birds, why come ye here.
+    Into this stable, poor and drear?"
+    "Hast'ning we seek the new-born King,
+    And all our sweetest music bring."
+
+    Hark how the green-finch bears his part,
+    Philomel, too, with tender heart,
+    Chants from her leafy dark retreat
+    Re, mi, fa, sol, in accents sweet.
+
+    Angels and shepherds, birds of the sky,
+    Come where the Son of God doth lie;
+    Christ on the earth with man doth dwell.
+    Join in the shout, Noel, Noel.
+
+_Bas-Quercy_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERDS HAD AN ANGEL
+
+
+    The shepherds had an angel,
+      The wise men had a star;
+    But what have I, a little child,
+      To guide me home from far,
+    Where glad stars sing together,
+      And singing angels are?
+
+    Lord Jesus is my Guardian,
+      So I can nothing lack;
+    The lambs lie in His bosom
+      Along life's dangerous track:
+    The wilful lambs that go astray
+      He, bleeding, brings them back.
+
+    Those shepherds thro' the lonely night
+      Sat watching by their sheep,
+    Until they saw the heav'nly host
+      Who neither tire nor sleep,
+    All singing Glory, glory,
+      In festival they keep.
+
+    Christ watches me, His little lamb,
+      Cares for me day and night,
+    That I may be His own in heav'n;
+      So angels clad in white
+    Shall sing their Glory, glory,
+      For my sake in the height.
+
+    Lord, bring me nearer day by day,
+      Till I my voice unite,
+    And sing my Glory, glory,
+      With angels clad in white.
+    All Glory, glory, giv'n to Thee,
+      Thro' all the heav'nly height.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF A SHEPHERD BOY AT BETHLEHEM
+
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    Though these hands be rough from shearing
+        And the plow,
+    Yet they shall not ever fail Thee,
+    When the waiting nations hail Thee,
+    Bringing palms unto their King.
+        Now--I sing.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Hope divine.
+    If Thou wilt but smile upon me,
+        I will twine
+    Blossoms for Thy garlanding.
+    Thou'rt so little to be King,
+        God's Desire!
+        Not a brier
+    Shall be left to grieve Thy brow;
+        Rest Thee now.
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Some fair day
+    Wilt Thou, as Thou wert a brother,
+        Come away
+    Over hills and over hollow?
+    All the lambs will up and follow.
+    Follow but for love of Thee.
+        Lov'st Thou me?
+
+    Sleep, Thou little Child of Mary,
+        Rest Thee now.
+    I that watch am come from sheep-stead
+        And from plough.
+    Thou wilt have disdain of me
+    When Thou'rt lifted, royally,
+    Very high for all to see:
+        Smilest Thou?
+
+_Josephine Preston Peabody_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+THE LEAST OF CAROLS
+
+
+    Loveliest dawn of gold and rose
+    Steals across undrifted snows;
+    In brown, rustling oak leaves stir
+    Squirrel, nuthatch, woodpecker;
+    Brief their matins, but, by noon,
+    All the sunny wood's a-tune:
+    Jays, forgetting their harsh cries,
+    Pipe a spring note, clear and true;
+    Wheel on angel wings of blue,
+    Trumpeters of Paradise;
+    Then the tiniest feathered thing,
+    All a-flutter, tail and wing,
+    Gives himself to caroling:
+
+    "Chick-a-dee-dee, chick-a-dee!
+    Jesulino, hail to thee!
+    Lowliest baby born to-day,
+    Pillowed on a wisp of hay;
+    King no less of sky and earth,
+                And singing sea;
+    Jesu! Jesu! most and least!
+    For the sweetness of thy birth
+    Every little bird and beast,
+    Wind and wave and forest tree,
+    Praises God exceedingly,
+                            Exceedingly."
+
+_Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+NATIVITY SONG
+
+
+    The beautiful mother is bending
+      Low where her baby lies,
+    Helpless and frail, for her tending;
+      But she knows the glorious eyes.
+
+    The mother smiles and rejoices
+      While the baby laughs in the hay;
+    She listens to heavenly voices:
+      "The child shall be king, one day."
+
+    O dear little Christ in the manger,
+      Let me make merry with thee.
+    O King, in my hour of danger,
+      Wilt thou be strong for me?
+
+              _Adapted from the Latin of Jacopone da Todi
+                           by Sophie Jewett_
+
+
+_From "The Poems of Sophie Jewett." Included by permission of the
+Thomas Y. Crowell Company._
+
+
+
+
+THE CHRISTMAS SILENCE
+
+
+    Hushed are the pigeons cooing low,
+      On dusty rafters of the loft;
+      And mild-eyed oxen, breathing soft,
+    Sleep on the fragrant hay below.
+
+    Dim shadows in the corner hide;
+      The glimmering lantern's rays are shed
+      Where one young lamb just lifts his head,
+    Then huddles 'gainst his mother's side.
+
+    Strange silence tingles in the air;
+      Through the half-open door a bar
+      Of light from one low hanging star
+    Touches a baby's radiant hair--
+
+    No sound--the mother, kneeling, lays
+      Her cheek against the little face.
+      Oh human love! Oh heavenly grace!
+    'Tis yet in silence that she prays!
+
+    Ages of silence end to-night;
+      Then to the long-expectant earth
+      Glad angels come to greet His birth
+    In burst of music, love, and light!
+
+_Margaret Deland_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author._
+
+
+
+
+BRING A TORCH, JEANETTE, ISABELLA!
+
+
+    Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella!
+    Bring a torch, to the cradle run!
+    It is Jesus, good folk of the village;
+    Christ is born, and Mary's calling;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother;
+    Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son.
+
+    It is wrong when the Child is sleeping,
+    It is wrong to talk so loud;
+    Silence, all, as you gather around,
+    Lest your noise should waken Jesus:
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers;
+    Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps.
+
+    Who goes there a-knocking so loudly?
+    Who goes there a-knocking like that?
+    Ope your doors, I have here on a plate
+    Some very good cakes which I am bringing:
+    Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open;
+    Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer.
+
+    Softly to the little stable,
+    Softly for a moment come;
+    Look and see how charming is Jesus,
+    How He is white, His cheeks are rosy.
+    Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping;
+    Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams.
+
+_Provencal Noel of Nicholas Saboly_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS FOLKSONG
+
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
+    Out in the street the wind was bold.
+    Now who would house Him from the cold?
+
+    Then opened wide a stable door
+    Fain were the rushes on the floor;
+    The Ox put forth a horned head:
+    "Come, little Lord, here make Thy bed."
+
+    Uprose the Sheep were folded near:
+    "Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here."
+    He entered there to rush and reed,
+    Who was the Lamb of God indeed.
+
+    The little Jesus came to town;
+    With ox and sheep He laid Him down.
+    Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
+    For that they housed Him from the cold.
+
+_Lisette Woodworth Reese_
+
+
+_Included by permission of Thomas B. Mosher._
+
+
+
+
+AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING
+
+
+    As Joseph was a-walking
+      He heard an angel sing:--
+    "This night there shall be born
+      Our heavenly King.
+
+    "He neither shall be born
+      In housen, nor in hall,
+    Nor in the place of Paradise,
+      But in an ox's stall.
+
+    "He neither shall be clothed
+      In purple nor in pall;
+    But in the fair, white linen,
+      That usen babies all.
+
+    "He neither shall be rocked
+      In silver nor in gold,
+    But in a wooden cradle
+      That rocks on the mould.
+
+    "He neither shall be christened
+      In white wine nor in red,
+    But with fair spring water
+      With which we were christened."
+
+    Mary took her baby,
+      She dressed Him so sweet,
+    She laid Him in a manger,
+      All there for to sleep.
+
+    As she stood over Him
+      She heard angels sing,
+    "O bless our dear Saviour,
+      Our heavenly King."
+
+_From the Cherry Tree Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CRADLE HYMN
+
+
+    Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
+    The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head.
+    The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay--
+    The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
+
+    The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes,
+    But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes.
+    I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
+    And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
+
+_Martin Luther_
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Frosty wind made moan,
+    Earth stood hard as iron,
+        Water like a stone;
+    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
+        Snow on snow,
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        Long ago.
+
+    Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
+        Nor earth sustain;
+    Heaven and earth shall flee away
+        When He comes to reign.
+    In the bleak mid-winter
+        A stable-place sufficed
+    The Lord God Almighty
+        Jesus Christ.
+
+    Angels and archangels
+        May have gathered there,
+    Cherubim and seraphim
+        Thronged the air;
+    But only His Mother
+        In her maiden bliss
+    Worshipped her Beloved
+        With a kiss.
+
+    What can I give Him,
+        Poor as I am?
+    If I were a shepherd
+        I would bring a lamb,
+    If I were a Wise Man,
+        I would do my part,--
+    Yet what I can I give Him,
+        Give my heart.
+
+_Christina G. Rossetti_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL
+
+
+    When the herds were watching
+      In the midnight chill,
+    Came a spotless lambkin
+      From the heavenly hill.
+
+    Snow was on the mountains,
+      And the wind was cold,
+    When from God's own garden
+      Dropped a rose of gold.
+
+    When 'twas bitter winter,
+      Houseless and forlorn
+    In a star-lit stable
+      Christ the Babe was born.
+
+    Welcome, heavenly lambkin;
+      Welcome, golden rose;
+    Alleluia, Baby,
+      In the swaddling clothes!
+
+_William Canton_
+
+
+
+
+A CHILD'S PRESENT TO HIS CHILD-SAVIOUR
+
+
+    Go, pretty child, and bear this flower
+    Unto thy little Saviour;
+    And tell Him, by that bud now blown,
+    He is the Rose of Sharon known.
+    When thou hast said so, stick it there
+    Upon His bib, or stomacher;
+    And tell Him, for good handsel[A] too,
+    That thou hast brought a whistle new,
+    Made of a clean straight oaten reed,
+    To charm his cries at time of need.
+    Tell Him, for coral thou hast none,
+    But if thou hadst, He should have one;
+    But poor thou art, and known to be
+    Even as moneyless as He.
+    Lastly, if thou canst win a kiss
+    From those mellifluous lips of His,
+    Then never take a second on,
+    To spoil the first impression.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+[A] handsel: a gift for good luck.
+
+
+
+
+A CHRISTMAS CAROL
+
+
+    There's a song in the air!
+    There's a star in the sky!
+    There's a mother's deep prayer
+    And a baby's low cry!
+        And the star rains its fire while the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    There's a tumult of joy
+    O'er the wonderful birth,
+    For the virgin's sweet boy
+    Is the Lord of the earth,
+        Ay! the star rains its fire and the Beautiful sing,
+        For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a king.
+
+    In the light of that star
+    Lie the ages impearled;
+    And that song from afar
+    Has swept over the world.
+        Every hearth is aflame, and the Beautiful sing
+        In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King.
+
+    We rejoice in the light,
+    And we echo the song
+    That comes down through the night
+    From the heavenly throng.
+        Ay! we shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
+        And we greet in His cradle our Saviour and King.
+
+_Josiah Gilbert Holland_
+
+
+
+
+THE SHEPHERD WHO STAYED
+
+
+        _There are in Paradise
+        Souls neither great nor wise,
+        Yet souls who wear no less
+        The crown of faithfulness._
+
+    My master bade me watch the flock by night;
+    My duty was to stay. I do not know
+    What thing my comrades saw in that great light,
+    I did not heed the words that bade them go,
+    I know not were they maddened or afraid;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    The hillside seemed on fire; I felt the sweep
+    Of wings above my head; I ran to see
+    If any danger threatened these my sheep.
+    What though I found them folded quietly,
+    What though my brother wept and plucked my sleeve,
+        They were not mine to leave.
+
+    Thieves in the wood and wolves upon the hill,
+    My duty was to stay. Strange though it be,
+    I had no thought to hold my mates, no will
+    To bid them wait and keep the watch with me.
+    I had not heard that summons they obeyed;
+        I only know I stayed.
+
+    Perchance they will return upon the dawn
+    With word of Bethlehem and why they went.
+    I only know that watching here alone,
+    I know a strange content.
+    I have not failed that trust upon me laid;
+        I ask no more--I stayed.
+
+_Theodosia Garrison_
+
+
+_Included by permission of the author and of The Century Company._
+
+
+
+
+GOOD KING WENCESLAS
+
+
+    Good King Wenceslas looked out
+      On the Feast of Stephen,
+    When the snow lay round about,
+      Deep, and crisp, and even.
+
+    Brightly shone the moon that night
+      Though the frost was cruel,
+    When a poor man came in sight,
+      Gath'ring winter fuel.
+
+    "Hither, page, and stand by me,
+      If thou know'st it, telling.
+    Yonder peasant, who is he?
+      Where and what his dwelling?"
+
+    "Sire, he lives a good league hence,
+      Underneath the mountain;
+    Right against the forest fence,
+      By Saint Agnes' fountain."
+
+    "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
+      Bring me pine-logs hither;
+    Thou and I shall see him dine,
+      When we bear them thither."
+
+    Page and monarch, forth they went,
+      Forth they went together;
+    Through the rude wind's wild lament
+      And the bitter weather.
+
+    "Sire, the night is darker now,
+      And the wind blows stronger;
+    Fails my heart, I know not how,
+      I can go no longer."
+
+    "Mark my footsteps, good my page;
+      Tread thou in them boldly:
+    Thou shalt find the winter rage
+      Freeze thy blood less coldly."
+
+    In his master's steps he trod,
+      Where the snow lay dinted;
+    Heat was in the very sod
+      Where the saint has printed.
+
+    Therefore, Christian men, be sure,
+      Wealth or rank possessing,
+    Ye who now will bless the poor,
+      Shall yourselves find blessing.
+
+_Translated from the Latin by J. M. Neale_
+
+
+
+
+WE THREE KINGS
+
+
+    We Three Kings of Orient are,
+    Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
+      Field and fountain,
+      Moor and mountain,
+    Following yonder star.
+
+ _Chorus_
+    O Star of wonder, Star of night,
+    Star with Royal Beauty bright,
+      Westward leading.
+      Still proceeding,
+    Guide us to Thy perfect Light.
+
+ Gaspard: Born a king on Bethlehem plain,
+    Gold I bring to crown Him again;
+      King forever,
+      Ceasing never
+    Over us all to reign.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Melchior: Frankincense to offer have I,
+    Incense owns a deity nigh;
+      Prayer and praising
+      All men raising,
+    Worship Him God on high.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+ Balthazar: Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
+    Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
+      Sorrowing, sighing,
+      Bleeding, dying,
+    Sealed in a stone-cold tomb.
+
+ Chorus: O Star of wonder....
+
+    Glorious now behold Him arise,
+    King and God, and Sacrifice;
+      Heav'n sings Allelujah:
+      Allelujah,
+    The earth replies.
+
+_J. H. Hopkins, Jr._
+
+
+
+
+GOD REST YE, MERRY GENTLEMEN
+
+
+    God rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay,
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+    The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the gray,
+    When Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,
+    For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
+    Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
+    When Christ, the child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+    God rest ye, all good Christians; upon this blessed morn
+    The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born:
+    Now all your sorrows He doth heal, your sins He takes away;
+    For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day.
+
+_Dinah Maria Mulock_
+
+
+
+
+THE WASSAIL SONG
+
+
+    Here we come a-wassailing
+      Among the leaves so green,
+    Here we come a-wandering
+      So fair to be seen.
+
+    Love and joy come to you
+      And to your wassail too,
+    And God bless you, and send you
+      A happy New Year.
+
+    We are not daily beggars
+      That beg from door to door,
+    But we are neighbours' children
+      That you have seen before.
+
+    Good Master and good Mistress,
+      As you sit by the fire,
+    Pray think of us poor children
+      Who are wandering in the mire.
+
+    Bring us out a table
+      And spread it with a cloth;
+    Bring us out a mouldy cheese
+      And some of your Christmas loaf.
+
+    God bless the master of this house,
+      Likewise the mistress too;
+    And all the little children
+      That round the table go.
+
+_Old Devonshire Carol_
+
+
+_Included by permission of The H. W. Gray Company._
+
+
+
+
+WASSAILER'S SONG
+
+
+    Wassail! Wassail! all over the town,
+    Our bread it is white, our ale it is brown;
+    Our bowl is made of a maplin tree;
+    We be good fellows all;--I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
+    God send master a happy new year;
+    A happy new year as ever he did see,--
+    With my wassail bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
+    God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
+    A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,--
+    With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
+
+    Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
+    God send our master us never may fail
+    Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
+    And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
+
+    Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;
+    Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
+    Sing hey, O, maids! come trole back the pin,
+    And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.
+
+    Come, butler, come, bring us a bowl of the best;
+    I hope your souls in heaven will rest;
+    But if you do bring us a bowl of the small,
+    Then, down fall butler, and bowl and all.
+
+_Robert Southwell_
+
+
+
+
+CAROL IN PRAISE OF THE HOLLY AND IVY
+
+(_Holly and Ivy Made a Great Party_)
+
+
+    Holly and Ivy made a great party,
+      Who should have the mastery
+        In lands where they go.
+
+    Then spake Holly, "I am fierce and jolly,
+    I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Ivy, "I am loud and proud,
+    And I will have the mastery
+        In lands where we go."
+
+    Then spake Holly, and bent him down on his knee,
+    "I pray thee, gentle Ivy,
+    Essay me no villany
+        In the lands where we go."
+
+_Fifteenth Century Carol_
+
+
+
+
+CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS
+
+
+      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.
+
+      With the last year's brand
+      Light the new block, and
+    For good success in his spending,
+      On your psalteries play,
+      That sweet luck may
+    Come while the log is a-tending.
+
+      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.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS EVE--ANOTHER CEREMONY
+
+
+    Come, guard this night the Christmas-pie,
+    That the thief, though ne'er so sly,
+    With his flesh-hooks, don't come nigh
+                        To catch it.
+
+    From him, who alone sits there,
+    Having his eyes still in his ear,
+    And a deal of nightly fear
+                        To watch it.
+
+
+
+
+ANOTHER TO THE MAIDS
+
+
+    Wash your hands, or else the fire
+    Will not tend to your desire;
+    Unwashed hands, ye maidens, know,
+    Dead the fire, though ye blow.
+
+_Robert Herrick_
+
+
+
+
+OUR JOYFUL FEAST
+
+
+    So, now is come our joyful feast,
+      Let every soul be jolly!
+    Each room with ivy leaves is drest,
+      And every post with holly.
+    Though some churls at our mirth repine,
+    Round your brows let garlands twine,
+    Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
+      And let us all be merry!
+
+    Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke,
+      And Christmas logs are burning;
+    Their ovens with baked meats do choke,
+      And all their spits are turning.
+    Without the door let sorrow lie,
+    And if for cold it hap to die,
+    We'll bury it in Christmas pie,
+      And evermore be merry!
+
+_George Wither_
+
+
+
+
+
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