Good King Wenceslas
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel.
“Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou knows’t it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling.” “Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”
“Bring me food, and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither, Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither.” Page and monarch"forth they went, Food and heat possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
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Southland Times, Issue 22499, 8 December 1934, Page 23
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129Good King Wenceslas Southland Times, Issue 22499, 8 December 1934, Page 23
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