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How will it dawn the coming Christmas Day	A
A northern Christmas such as painters love	B
And kinsfolk shaking hands but once a year	C
And dames who tell old legends by the fire	D
Red sun blue sky white snow and pearled ice	E
Keen ringing air which sets the blood on fire	D
And makes the old man merry with the young	F
Through the short sunshine through the longer night	G
Or southern Christmas dark and dank with mist	H
And heavy with the scent of steaming leaves	I
And rosebuds mouldering on the dripping porch	J
One twilight without rise or set of sun	K
Till beetles drone along the hollow lane	L
And round the leafless hawthorns flitting bats	M
Hawk the pale moths of winter Welcome then	N
At best the flying gleam the flying shower	D
The rain pools glittering on the long white roads	O
And shadows sweeping on from down to down	P
Before the salt Atlantic gale yet come	Q
In whatsoever garb or gay or sad	R
Come fair come foul 'twill still be Christmas Day	A
How will it dawn the coming Christmas Day	A
To sailors lounging on the lonely deck	S
Beneath the rushing trade wind Or to him	T
Who by some noisome harbour of the East	U
Watches swart arms roll down the precious bales	V
Spoils of the tropic forests year by year	C
Amid the din of heathen voices groaning	W
Himself half heathen How to those brave hearts	X
Who toil with laden loins and sinking stride	Y
Beside the bitter wells of treeless sands	Z
Toward the peaks which flood the ancient Nile	A2
To free a tyrant's captives How to those	B2
New patriarchs of the new found underworld	C2
Who stand like Jacob on the virgin lawns	D2
And count their flocks' increase To them that day	A
Shall dawn in glory and solstitial blaze	E2
Of full midsummer sun to them that morn	F2
Gay flowers beneath their feet gay birds aloft	G2
Shall tell of nought but summer but to them	H2
Ere yet unwarned by carol or by chime	I2
They spring into the saddle thrills may come	Q
From that great heart of Christendom which beats	J2
Round all the worlds and gracious thoughts of youth	K2
Of steadfast folk who worship God at home	L2
Of wise words learnt beside their mothers' knee	M2
Of innocent faces upturned once again	N
In awe and joy to listen to the tale	N2
Of God made man and in a manger laid	O2
May soften purify and raise the soul	P2
From selfish cares and growing lust of gain	L
And phantoms of this dream which some call life	Q2
Toward the eternal facts for here or there	R2
Summer or winter 'twill be Christmas Day	A
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Blest day which aye reminds us year by year	C
What 'tis to be a man to curb and spurn	S2
The tyrant in us that ignobler self	T2
Which boasts not loathes its likeness to the brute	U2
And owns no good save ease no ill save pain	L
No purpose save its share in that wild war	V2
In which through countless ages living things	W2
Compete in internecine greed Ah God	X2
Are we as creeping things which have no Lord	Y2
That we are brutes great God we know too well	Z2
Apes daintier featured silly birds who flaunt	A3
Their plumes unheeding of the fowler's step	B3
Spiders who catch with paper not with webs	C3
Tigers who slay with cannon and sharp steel	D3
Instead of teeth and claws all these we are	E3
Are we no more than these save in degree	M2
No more than these and born but to compete	F3
To envy and devour like beast or herb	G3
Mere fools of nature puppets of strong lusts	C3
Taking the sword to perish with the sword	Y2
Upon the universal battle field	H3
Even as the things upon the moor outside	Y
The heath eats up green grass and delicate flowers	C3
The pine eats up the heath the grub the pine	I3
The finch the grub the hawk the silly finch	J3
And man the mightiest of all beasts of prey	A
Eats what he lists the strong eat up the weak	K3
The many eat the few great nations small	L3
And he who cometh in the name of all	L3
He greediest triumphs by the greed of all	L3
And armed by his own victims eats up all	L3
While ever out of the eternal heavens	C3
Looks patient down the great magnanimous God	X2
Who Maker of all worlds did sacrifice	C3
All to Himself Nay but Himself to one	K
Who taught mankind on that first Christmas Day	A
What 'twas to be a man to give not take	M3
To serve not rule to nourish not devour	D
To help not crush if need to die not live	N3
O blessed day which givest the eternal lie	O3
To self and sense and all the brute within	P3
Oh come to us amid this war of life	Q2
To hall and hovel come to all who toil	Q3
In senate shop or study and to those	C3
Who sundered by the wastes of half a world	C2
Ill warned and sorely tempted ever face	C3
Nature's brute powers and men unmanned to brutes	C3
Come to them blest and blessing Christmas Day	A
Tell them once more the tale of Bethlehem	H2
The kneeling shepherds and the Babe Divine	I3
And keep them men indeed fair Christmas Day	A
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Eversley	Q3

Charles Kingsley

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