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of a King, Ex Ma-ri- & Vir -gi-ne: The God, the Lord, By all ador'd for ever.

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Name is this; Emman- uel: As was foretold In days of old By Ga- bri-el. Midnight scarcely

pass'd and o-ver, Drawing to this ho-ly morn, Ve-ry ear-ly, ve-ry early Christ was born.

CHRISTMAS IN SONG.

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HEAP on more wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will,

We'll keep our Christmas merry still. Each age has deemed the new-born year

The fittest time for festal cheer.

And well our Christian sires of old

Loved when the year its course had rolled,

And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all its hospitable train.

Domestic and religious rite

Gave honor to the holy night;

On Christmas eve the bells were rung;

On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night, in all the year,

Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
To gather in the mistletoe;
Then opened wide the baron's hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside,
And ceremony doffed his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose.
The lord, underogating, share
The vulgar game of "post and pair."
All hailed, with uncontrolled delight,
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide;
The huge hall-table's oaken face,
Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace,
Bore then upon its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord.
Then was brought in the lusty brawn

By old blue-coated serving-man;

Then the grim boar's head frowned on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.

Well can the green-garbed ranger tell

How, when, and where, the monster fell;

What dogs before his death he tore,

And all the baiting of the boar.

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