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Christmas Caroll.

Strephon.
How Claius—are we dumb with Joy?
Come tune thy Pipe to Carols sweet!
Let's welcom the celestial Boy,
And throw our Garlands at his Feet!

Claius.
I have a Lamb as pure as Snow
Which my Urania smiling gave;
Yet shall he to his Altars goe
Nor shall her Eyes the Victim save.

Strephon.
Mistaken Swain! he ne'er requires
That with such off'rings we should part:
Go give him pure and fair desires,
And praise him with an humble heart!

Claius.
Then all my hopes and all my fears
I'll to their antient Lord restore,
And all my sighs and all my tears,
His Love obtain'd, I ask no more.