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ý- îw GOOD KING WENCESLAS Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even; Brightly shone the moon that niglit, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel. 'THther, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he Where and what bis dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain, Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes' fountain. Brlng me flesh and bring me wine, Brlng me pine logs hither; Thou and I wlll see hlm dine,* When we bear them thither. " Page and monarch forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rude wlnd's wild lament And the bitter weather. "Sire, the night is darker now And the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer." 'Mark my footsteps good my page, Tread thou in them boldily, Thou àlialt find the winte?s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." In bis masterls steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was ini the very sod Which the Saint had prlnted. Therefore, Christian men, be sure WeEth or rank possessing,, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shail yourselves find blessings. Fromi The Staff 0f Top guality collision Ken jimo, Dennis Symes, * Tracy Otter, Chris Jarvis 1795 Victoria St. W., Whitby 430-1165 WHILE SHEPHERDS WATCHED.fz THEIR FLOCKS-- While shepherda watched their flocks by night, Ail seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down And glory shone around. "Fear not," said he, (for inighty dread Had seized their troubled mlnds). "Glad tidings of great joylI bring To you and ail mankçind." "To you in Davld's town this day Is borniof David'5 Une The Savlour who la Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign.". "The heav'nly Babe you there shaR find To liuxan view disp)layed, Ail meandy w ine l swathing bands And in a manger laid." Thus spoke the Seraph and forthwith Appeared a sbining throng 0f angels praîing God, who thus Addressed their joyful song. All glorybe to Godon high, And to the earth be peace, God wiil hence forth from heav'n to men, Begin and neyer cease