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CHARACTERS	A
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The Father The Child Death Angels	B
Two Travellers	A
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The even settles still and deep	C
In the cold sky the last gold burns	D
Across the colour snow flakes creep	C
Each one from grey to glory turns	D
Then flutters into nothingness	E
The frost down falls with mighty stress	F
Through the swift cloud that parts on high	G
The great stars shrivel into less	F
In the hard depth of the iron sky	G
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The Child	H
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What is that light dear father	I
That light in the dark dark sky	G
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The Father	I
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Those are the lights of the city	J
And the villages thereby	G
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The Child	H
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There must be fire in the city	J
To throw that yellow glare	K
And fire in the little villages	L
On all the hearthstones there	K
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The Father musing	M
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Yea flames are on the hearthstones	L
The ovens are full of bread	N
But here the coals are dying	M
And the flames are dead	N
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The Child	H
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What is the cold dear father	I
It stings like an angry bee	J
Wherever it stings my hand turns white	O
See	J
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The Father	I
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The cold is a beast my dear one	P
With his paws he tears at the thatch	Q
His breath is a curse and a warning	M
You can see it creep on the latch	Q
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The Child	H
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If 'tis a wolf dear father	I
That lies with his paw on the floor	R
Let us heat the spade in the embers	L
And drive him away from the door	R
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Angels	L
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God is the power of growth	S
In the snail and the tree	J
God is the power of growth	S
In the heart of the man	T
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The Child	H
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Did you not hear the singing	M
Voices overhead	N
Mother's voice and Ruth's voice	L
Voices of the dead	N
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The Father musing	M
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Our Ruth died in the springtime	U
With the spade I turned the sod	V
We buried her by the brier rose	L
Her life is hid with God	V
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The Child	H
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All summer long in the garden	P
No roses came to the tree	J
Father was it for sorrow	W
Sorrow for thee and me	J
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The Father	I
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Roses grew in the garden	P
I saw them at morning and even	X
Shadows of earthly roses	L
They bloomed for fingers in heaven	P
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The air is very clear and still	Y
The moonlight falls from half the sphere	Z
The shadow from the silver hill	Y
Fills half the vale and half is clear	Z
As the moon's self with cloudless snow	W
By the dead stream the alders throw	W
Their shadows shot with tingling spars	L
On the sheer height the elm trees glow	W
Their tops are tangled with the stars	L
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The Child	H
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Father the coals are dying	M
See I have heated the spade	A2
Let me throw the door wide open	P
I will not be afraid	A2
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The Father	I
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Let me kiss you once on the forehead	N
And once on your darling eyes	L
We may see them both at the dawning	M
In the dales of Paradise	L
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The Child	H
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And if I only see them	B2
I will tell them how you smiled	H
For the wolf you know is angry	J
And I am a little child	H
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Death	C2
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Undaunted spirits	L
I give thee peace	L
For a world of dread	N
Calm	D2
For desperate toil	E2
Rest	F2
Thou who didst say	L
When the waters of poverty	J
Waxed deep deep	C
What we bear is best	F2
Just ones	L
I give thee sleep	C
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First Traveller	I
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Keep up your spirits I know	W
There's a cabin under the hill	Y
The fellow will make a roaring fire	I
We'll heat our hands and drink our fill	Y
And go warm to our heart's desire	I
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Second Traveller	I
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The door is open Heigho	G2
This pair will claim neither crown nor groat	H2
The man has gripped his garden spade	A2
As if he would dig his grave in the snow	W
The boy has the face of a saint I trow	W
His brow says I was not afraid	A2
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First Traveller	I
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Ah well these things must be you know	W
Gather your sables around your throat	H2
Give us that story about the monk	I2
His niece and the wandering conjurer	I
Just to keep our blood astir	I
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The Angels	L
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The heart of God	V
The worlds and man	T
Are fashioned and moulded	V
In a subtle plan	T
Passion outsurges	L
Sweeps far but converges	L
Nothing is lost	V
Sod or stone	J2
But comes to its own	J2
Bear well thy joy	K2
'Tis mixed with alloy	K2
Bear well thy grief	L2
'Tis a rich full sheaf	L2
Gather the souls that have passed in the night	V
Theirs is the peace and the light	V
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The moon is gone the dawning brings	L
A deeper dark with silver blent	V
Above the wells where myriad springs	L
Light from the crimson orient	V
The elms are born the shadows creep	C
Tremble and melt away one sweep	C
The great soft color floods and flows	L
Where under snow the roses sleep	C
The morn has turned the snow to rose	L