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...!!!
