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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Christmas Carol</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark! In the air, around, above,<br>The Angelic Music soars and swells,<br>And, in the Garden that I love,<br>I hear the sound of Christmas Bells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From hamlet hollow, village height,<br>The silvery Message seems to start,<br>And, far away, its notes to-night<br>Are surging through the city's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Assurance clear to those who fret<br>O'er vanished Faith and feelings fled,<br>That not in English homes is yet<br>Tradition dumb, or Reverence dead:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor, when anew from town-girt tower<br>Or fen-swept spire the Yule-bells peal,<br>Are those who watch o'er England's power<br>Too wise to pray, too proud to kneel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now onward floats the sacred tale,<br>Past leafless woodlands, freezing rills;<br>It wakes from sleep the silent vale,<br>It skims the mere, it scales the hills;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, rippling on up rings of space,<br>Sounds faint and fainter as more high,<br>Till mortal ear no more may trace<br>The music homeward to the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To courtly roof and rustic cot<br>Old comrades wend from far and wide:<br>Now is the ancient feud forgot,<br>The growing grudge is laid aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright on the board the gifts are spread,<br>The flagons gleam, the trenchers smoke;<br>The boar's is now the laurelled head,<br>Now is the Feast of simple folk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The agëd tell of ancient cheer,<br>And boast 'twas merrier then than now;<br>The children shout `A glad New Year!'<br>And kiss beneath the berried bough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, in the pauses of their mirth,<br>The Heavenly Hymn is carolled still:<br>`Glory to God on high, on Earth<br>Peace, and to all mankind good-will.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace and good-will 'twixt rich and poor!<br>Good-will and peace 'twixt class and class!<br>Let old with new, let Prince with boor,<br>Send round the bowl, and drain the glass!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That still behind the steely sea,<br>That guards our greatness like a sword,<br>The free-born children of the free<br>May own one law, one land, one lord;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And never in our midst may sound<br>Discordant voice or threat morose,<br>But every Year that circles round<br>May find and bind us yet more close.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not alone for those who still<br>Within the Mother-Land abide,<br>We deck the porch, we dress the sill,<br>And fling the portals open wide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But unto all of British blood,-<br>Whether they cling to Egbert's Throne,<br>Or, far beyond the Western flood,<br>Have reared a Sceptre of their own,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, half-regretful, yearn to win<br>Their way back home, and fondly claim<br>The rightful share of kith and kin<br>In Alfred's glory, Shakespeare's fame,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We pile the logs, we troll the stave,<br>We waft the tidings wide and far,<br>And speed the wish, on wind and wave,<br>To Southern Cross and Northern Star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! Peace on earth, Atlantic strand!<br>Peace and good-will, Pacific shore!<br>Across the waters stretch your hand,<br>And be our brothers more and more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blood of our blood, in every clime!<br>Race of our race, by every sea!<br>To you we sing the Christmas rhyme,<br>For you we light the Christmas-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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The Angelic Music soars and swells,
And, in the Garden that I love,
I hear the sound of Christmas Bells.

From hamlet hollow, village height,
The silvery Message seems to start,
And, far away, its notes to-night
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