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Wisrhing ail our friends and patrons the beat of this holiday season. From ail the staff at -P2vD Cheque Casin 701 Dundas St. W., Whitby, Ontario 666-8711 I , .1 GOOD KING WENCESLAS Good Kfing Wenceslas looked out, On the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even; Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel. "Hither, 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. Bring me flesh and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither; Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither." Page and monarch forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rude wind'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 boldly, Thou shait find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly." In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now wvill bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessings. mliv '1j ~18~