Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Christmas Poem by Scott

And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had rolled,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all his hospitable train,
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honor to the holy night;
On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night in all the year
Saw the stoled priest the calice rear.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed in 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 under a gating share
The merry game of "Post and pair."
All hailed with uncontrolled delight
And generous voice the happy night,
That to the cottage and the crown 
Brought tidings of salvation down.

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