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Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen
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When the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even
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Brightly shone the moon that night though the frost was cruel
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When a poor man came in sight gathering winter fu - el
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"Hither, page, and stand by me If thou know'st it, telling,
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Yonder peasant, who is he? where and what his dwelling?"
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"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
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Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' foun - tain."
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"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine bring me pine logs hither;
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Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."
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Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;
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Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter wea - ther.
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"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;
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Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."
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"Mark my footsteps, my good page; tread thou in them boldly.
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Thou shalt find the winter's rage, freeze thy blood less cold - ly."
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In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted.
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Heat was in the very sod which the Saint had printed.
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Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank pos-sessing;
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Ye who will now bless the poor, shall yourselves find bles - sing.
