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Heaven strews the earth with snow	A
That neither friend nor foe	A
May break the sleep of the fast dying year	B
A world arrayed in white	C
Late dawns and shrouded light	C
Attest to us once more that Christmas tide is here	D
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And yet and yet I hear	D
No strains of pious cheer	B
No children singing round the Yule log fire	E
No carol's sacred notes	F
Warbled by infant throats	F
On brooding mother's lap or knee of pleas d sire	E
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Comes with the hallowed time	G
No sweet accustomed chime	G
No peal of bells athwart the midnight air	H
No mimes or jocund waits	I
Within wide opened gates	I
Loud laughter in the hall or glee of children fair	H
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No loving cup sent round	J
No footing of the ground	J
No sister's kiss under the berried bough	K
No chimney's joyous roar	L
No hospitable store	L
Though it be Christmas tide to make us note it now	K
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No only human hate	M
And fear and death and fate	M
And fierce hands locked in fratricidal strife	N
The distant hearth stripped bare	H
By the gaunt guest Despair	H
Pale groups of pining babes round lonely weeping wife	N
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Can it be Christmas tide	O
The snow with blood is dyed	O
From human hearts wrung out by human hands	P
Hark did not sweet bells peal	Q
No 'twas the ring of steel	Q
The clang of arm d men and shock of murderous bands	P
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Didst Thou then really come	R
Silence that dreadful drum	R
Christ Saviour Babe of lowly Virgin born	S
If Thou indeed Most High	T
Didst in a manger lie	T
Then be the Prince of Peace and save us from Hell's scorn	S
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We weep if men deny	T
That Thou didst live and die	T
Didst ever walk upon this mortal sphere	B
Yet of Thy Passion Lord	U
What know these times abhorred	U
Save the rude soldier's stripes sharp sponge and piercing spear	B
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Therefore we Father plead	V
Grant us in this our need	V
Another Revelation from Thy throne	W
That we may surely know	A
We are not sons of woe	A
Forgotten and cast off but verily Thine own	W
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Yet if He came anew	X
Where where would shelter due	X
Be found for load divine and footsteps sore	L
Here not the inns alone	W
But fold and stable groan	W
With sterner guests than drove sad Mary from the door	L
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And thou 'mong women blest	Y
Who laidst with awe struck breast	Y
Thy precious babe upon the lowly straw	Z
Now for thy new born Son	A2
Were nook and cradle none	A2
If not in bloody trench or cannon's smoking jaw	Z
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Round her what alien rites	B2
What savage sounds and sights	B2
The plunging war horse and sulphureous match	C2
Than such as these alas	D2
Better the ox the ass	D2
The manger's crib secure and peace bestowing thatch	C2
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The trumpet's challenge dire	E2
Would hush the angelic choir	E
The outpost's oath replace the Shepherd's vow	K
No frankincense or myrrh	E
Would there be brought to her	E
For Wise Men kneel no more Kings are not humble now	K
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O Lord O Lord how long	F2
Thou that art good art strong	F2
Put forth Thy strength Thy ruling love declare	H
Stay Thou the smiting hand	G2
Invert the flaming brand	G2
And teach the proud to yield the omnipotent to spare	H
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Renew our Christmas tide	O
Let weeping eyes be dried	O
Love bloom afresh bloodshed and frenzy cease	H2
And at Thy bidding reign	I2
As in the heavenly strain	I2
Glory to God on high on earth perpetual peace	H2
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above ready for slurp	J2

Alfred Austin

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