Christmas Eve, & Twelve Of The Clock.
"Now They R All On Their Knees,"
An Elder Said As V Sat In A Flock
By The Embers In Hearth side Ease.
We Pictured The Meek Mild Creatures Where
They Dwelt In Their Straw Pen,
Nor Did It Occur 2 One Of Us There
2 Doubt They Were Kneeling Then.
So Fair A Fancy Few Would Weave
In These Years! Yet, I Feel,
If Someone Said On Christmas Eve,
"Come See The Oxen Kneel"
"In The Lonely Barton By Yonder Comb
Our Childhood Used 2 Know,"
I Should Go With Him In The Gloom,
Hoping It Might B So...!!!