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When Snow Lies Deep
When frost has burned the hedges black,
And children cannot sleep for cold;
When snow lies deep on the withered leaves,
And roofs are white from ridge to eaves:
When bread is dear, and work is slack,
Take pity on the poor and old!
And children cannot sleep for cold;
When snow lies deep on the withered leaves,
And roofs are white from ridge to eaves:
When bread is dear, and work is slack,
Take pity on the poor and old!
The faggot and the loaf of bread
You could not miss would be their store.
Upon how little the old can live!
Give like the poor—who freely give.
Remember, when the fire burns red
The wolf leaves sniffing at the door.
You could not miss would be their store.
Upon how little the old can live!
Give like the poor—who freely give.
Remember, when the fire burns red
The wolf leaves sniffing at the door.
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And you whose lives are left forlorn,
Whose sons, whose hopes, whose fires have died,
Oh, you poor pitiful people old,
Remember this and be consoled—
That Christ the Comforter was born,
And still is born, in wintertide.
Whose sons, whose hopes, whose fires have died,
Oh, you poor pitiful people old,
Remember this and be consoled—
That Christ the Comforter was born,
And still is born, in wintertide.
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