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An Ode On The Birth Of Our Saviour
ROBERT HERRICK In numbers, and but these few...

The Fir Tree
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN Out in the forest stood a pr...

A Christmas Carol
CHRISTIAN BURKE The trees are hung with crys...

The Smuggler
It was the latter end of the month of November, when ...

A Christmas Carol For Children
MARTIN LUTHER Good news from heaven the ange...

While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night
MARGARET DELAND Like small curled feathers, ...

O Little Town Of Bethlehem
PHILLIPS BROOKS O little town of Bethlehem, ...





The Shepherds






WILLIAM DRUMMOND, OF HAWTHORNDEN

O than the fairest day, thrice fairer night!
Night to blest days in which a sun doth rise
Of which that golden eye which clears the skies
Is but a sparkling ray, a shadow-light!
And blessed ye, in silly pastor's sight,
Mild creatures, in whose warm crib now lies
That heaven-sent youngling, holy-maid-born wight,
Midst, end, beginning of our prophecies!

Blest cottage that hath flowers in winter spread,
Though withered--blessed grass that hath the grace
To deck and be a carpet to that place!
Thus sang, unto the sounds of oaten reed,
Before the Babe, the shepherds bowed on knees;
And springs ran nectar, honey dropped from trees.





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