What hap do you deem there should us betide! The 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. "O ye shepherds, what have ye seen, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. To slay your sorrow, and heal your teen? "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 His hair was white and his hood was wide. "And as we gazed this thing upon, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. Glad Evangel The Glad Evange! Those twain knelt down to the Little One, Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. "And a marvellous song we straight did hear, That slew our sorrow and healed our care.” 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. WILLIAM MORRIS. An Ode on the Birth of Our Saviour In numbers, and but these few, Thou pretty baby, born here With sup'rabundant scorn here: Of birth, a base Out-stable for thy court here. Instead of neat enclosures Of interwoven osiers, Instead of fragrant posies Was nothing else But here a homely manger. But we with silks, not crewels, Of ivory, And plaster'd round with amber. ROBERT HERRICK. The Glad Evangel Old Christmas Returned All you that to feasting and mirth are inclined, mind, Old Christmas is come for to keep open house, The The holly and ivy about the walls wind Glad And show that we ought to our neighbors be Evangel kind, Inviting each other for pastime and sport, And where we best fare, there we most do resort; All travellers, as they do pass on their way, OLD CAROL. Ceremonies for Christmas Come, bring with a noise, 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, 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. The Glad Evangel Christmas in England. Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill; We'll keep our Christmas merry still; Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane England was merry England when |