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RICHARD HEBER, ESQ.
Mertoun-House, Christmas. HEAP on more wood !--the wind is chill ;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer:
At Iol more deep the mead did drain;
They gorged upon the half-dressed steer ;
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The boisterous joys of Odin's hall.
And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had rolled,
On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night, in all the year,
Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
To gather in the misletoe.
Then opened wide the baron's hall
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all ;
Power laid his rod of rule aside,
And Ceremony doffed his pride.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide;