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The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock."Now they are all on their knees,"An elder said as we sat in a

By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures

They dwelt in their strawy pen,

Nor did it occur to one of us

To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would

In these years!

Yet,

I feel,

If someone said on Christmas Eve,"Come; see the oxen kneel"In the lonely barton by yonder

Our childhood used to know,"I should go with him in the gloom,

Hoping it might be so.

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was i…

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