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Christmas Carol
As Joseph was a-waukin' He heard an angel si...

A Carol
And here's a Christmas carol meant for children, and...

The Story Of Oello
Once upon a time there was a young girl, who had the ...

The First Christmas-tree
BY LUCY WHEELOCK TWO little children were sitting ...

When The Stars Of Morning Sang
ANNE P.L. FIELD When the stars of morning sa...

The Telltale Tile
OLIVE THORNE MILLER IT BEGINS with a bit of gossip...

A Christmas Lullaby
JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS Sleep, baby, sleep! T...





A Carol






And here's a Christmas carol meant for children, and most excellent, and
though the monk that wrote it was hung, yet still his verses may be
sung.

As I in a hoarie winter's night
Stood shivering in the snow,
Surpriz'd I was with sudden heat,
Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearefull eye
To view what fire was neere,
A prettie babe, all burning bright,
Did in the aire appeare;
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such flouds of teares did shed,
As though his flouds should quench his flames,
Which with his teares were bred:

Alas! (quoth he) but newly borne,
In fierie heats I frie,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts,
Or feele my fire, but I;
My faultless brest the furnace is,
The fuell, wounding thornes:
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke,
The ashes, shames and scornes;
The fuell justice layeth on,
And mercy blows the coales,
The metalls in this furnace wrought,
Are Men's defiled soules:
For which, as now on fire I am,
To work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood.
With this he vanisht out of sight,
And swiftly shrunke away,
And straight I called unto minde
That it was Christmasse Day.





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