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Christmas

The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;

The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;

The gentle sigh of soul-subduing piety;

The alms which open-hearted charity Bestows, with kindly glance; and

Which e'en stern avarice.

Though with unwilling hand,

Seems forced to tender; an offering

To the bright throne of mercy;

This day a festival.

And well our Christian sires of

Loved when the year its course had roll'd,

And brought blithe Christmas back again,

With all its hospitable train.

Domestic and religious

Gave honour to the holy night.

On Christmas eve the bells were rung,

On Christmas-eve the mass was sung;

That only night in all the

Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.

The damsel donn'd her Kirtle sheen;

The hall was dress'd with holly green;

Then open'd wide the baron's hall,

To vassal -- tenant -- serf and all:

Power laid his rod of rule aside,

And ceremony doff'd his pride.

All hail'd with uncontroll'd delight,

And general voice, the happy night,

That to the cottage, as the crown,

Brought tidings of salvation down.

Found in The Family Friend, vol. 2,

New Series, 1852, pg. 375.

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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet FRSE FSA Scot (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, poet, playwright, and histo…

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