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Title: In The Yule-Log Glow--Book 3  Christmas Poems from 'round the World
Author: Various
Editor: Harrison S. Morris
Release Date: February 15, 2007 [EBook #20586]
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IN THE YULE-LOG GLOW
CHRISTMAS POEMS FROM 'ROUND THE WORLD
"Sic as folk tell ower at a winter ingle"
EDITED BY
HARRISON S. MORRIS
Scott
THREE VOLUMES IN ONE.
Book III.
PHILADELPHIA J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1900.
Copyright, 1891, by J. B. LIPPINCO TTCO MPANY.
PRINTEDBYJ. B. LIPPINCO TTCO MPANY, PHILADELPHIA.
BETWEEN THE TALE-TELLING.
Fancy, if you will, Gentle Reader, that, between the intervals of tale-telling,—the Yule-log still ruddy upon the visages of your fellow-guests from many lands, —fancy that a quiet traveller draws out of his side-pocket a little, well-worn pair of books from which he reads some scrap of verse or some melodious Christmas poem. Fancy, too, that, beneath the inn w indows, in the snow outside, an occasional band of the Waits strikes up an ancient carol with voice and horn, begging, when the music is done, admittance to the glowing warmth within doors and a share in the plenteous cakes and ale.
Imagine this, if you will, and choose, from the pages to come, whatever of old or new will fit well into the conceit; for not a few carols or legends lie there which have done service under the snow-covered gables or by the crackling wood, and which will help, with their quaint heartiness or simple beauty, to realize the charm of Christmas the world around,—that charm which flows from hearty and generous good-will towards men; which has for its inner light the kindly desire for peace on earth.
ILLUSTRATIONS, BOOK III.
READYFO RTHEFEAST
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THEBARO N'SHALL A SHEPHERD A VISIO N
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CONTENTS OF BOOK III.
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The Hallowed Time On the Morning of Christ's Nativity The First Roman Christmas The Three Damsels [A] King Olaf's Christmas Halbert and Hob Good King Wenceslas The Wise Men of the East Christmas at Sea "Last Christmas was a Year [B] ago" ASITFELLUPO NA DAY. A Christmas "Now" Christmas Eve Customs Merry Souls Christmas in the Olden Time Ceremonies for Christmas Bringing in the Boar's Head The Boar's Head Carol To be Eaten with Mustard Christmas-Day in the Morning Praise of Christmas Winter's Delights A Christmas Catch The Epic The Country Life Christmas Omnipresent An Old English Christmas-Tide Signs of Christmas The Mistletoe
EG ENDS IN O NGPAG E 11 12 23 25 29 33 39 41 46 50 59 63 64 66 68 69 70 71 72 73 78 79 80 89 90 94 97 99 Christmas of Old101 A Plea for a Present112
A New-Year's Gift Sent to Sir
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Simeon Steward The New-Year's Gift An Invitation to the Revel A Christmas Ditty At the End of the Feast Twelfth Night; or, King and Queen Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve Another Ceremony The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day Another Ceremony Saint Distaff's Day, the Morrow after Twelfth Day
THESHEPHERDS. On Oaten Pipes Pipe-Playing The First Carol In Bethlehem A Carol in the Pastures The Shepherds On Shepherds' Pipes Angel Tidings The News-Bearers Hymn for Christmas-Day A Hymn of the Nativity Sung by the Shepherd [C] From "The Light of the World" ITBRING SGO O DCHEER. Old Christmas Returned The Trencherman Ban and Blessing Thrice Welcome! Christmas Provender Glee and Solace On Saint John's Day Christmas Alms Christmas at the Round-Table LULLABY. A Carol at the Manger A Dream Carol
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128 131 132 134 137 139 141 144 145 146 149 150 155 158 179 184 186 187 188 189 191 193 195 199 200
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The King in the Cradle Madonna and Child A Rocking Hymn A Cradle-Song of the Virgin Whispering Palms A Christmas Lullaby The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn The Sovereign By the Cradle-Side The Virgin Mary to the Child Jesus A Bedside Ditty Given Back on Christmas Morn A Lulling Song Good-Night
FOOTNOTES:
By the courtesy of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co.
By the courtesy of The Century Company.
By the courtesy of Messrs. Funk & Wagnalls.
Legends in Song.
202 205 209 212 214 215 216 217 219
221 230 231 237 239
"Tell sweet old tales, Sing songs as we sit bending o'er the hearth, Till the lamp flickers and the memory fails."
Frederick Tennyson.
THE HALLOWED TIME.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long;
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And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
Shakespeare.
ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light insufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, Wherewith he wont at heaven's high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid aside; and, here with us to be, Forsook the courts of everlasting day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.
Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant-God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the heaven, by the sun's
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team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host kept watch in squadron bright?
See, how from far, upon the eastern road, The star-led wizards haste with odors sweet; O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honor first thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the angel-quire, From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.
THE HYMN.
It was the winter wild, While the heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to him, Had doff'd her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.
Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow; And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden-white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
But he, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere,
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His ready Harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And, waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around; The idle spear and shield were high up-hung; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
The stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence; And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
And, though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten'd world no more should need.
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He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree, could bear.
The shepherds on the lawn, Or e'er the point of dawn, Sat simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they then That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal fingers strook; Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took; The air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.
Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.
At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light, That with long beams the shame-faced night array'd; The helmed cherubim, And sworded seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir.
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Such music as, 'tis said, Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And, with your ninefold harmony, Make up full concert to the angelic symphony.
For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between, Throned in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace-hall.
But wisest Fate says No, This must not yet be so; The Babe lies yet in smiling
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infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss, So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep, The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep;
With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai rang, While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbreak: The aged earth aghast With terror of that blast, Shall from the surface to the centre shake; When at the world's last session, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.
And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for, from this happy day, The Old Dragon, under ground In straighter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing
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