Ye Gentles, that come here to watch our play,
Put, we beseech you, thought of us away!
No standing here have we: in heart we kneel,
With, at our hearts, this prayer,—that ye may feel
How in Love’s hands time is a little thing!
And so shall Love to-night your senses bring
Back to the hills of Bethlehem, the fold
Where shepherds watched their sheep, where angels told
Of peace, goodwill to men, in Christ new-born,
By Whom, from Virgin Birth, our flesh goes worn.
Also, if we may guide you, ye shall see
The manger where in great humility
Lieth that Babe, the Maker of us all,
By Mary’s side, amid the beasts in stall.
And ye shall see the coming of the Kings,
Led by a star; and Gabriel that brings
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Unto St. Joseph, in a dream by night,
Word of King Herod’s fear, and counsels flight.
So, lastly, ye shall see them rise and go,
And the place vacant left. Yet ye shall know
That Love remains, and that Faith sees it so.
So, have ye hope! let Time your trust increase!
Hark, I hear music! Christmas comes; ’tis peace!
Pastoral music: a shepherd’s voice is heard.
‘The world is old, to-night,
The world is old;
The stars around the fold
Do show their light, do show their light.
And so they did, and so,
A thousand years ago,
And so will do, dear love, when you lie cold.’
The world is still, to-night,
The world is still;
The snow on vale and hill
Like wool lies white, like wool lies white.
And so it was, and so,
A thousand years ago,
And so will be, good lads, when we lack will.
There be good fairies up in air to-night:
Come ere a frost so mild with stars so bright?
The wind has shut itself in-door again,
And all the air be saft like a’ter rain.
The sheep be quiet; the dogs have nought to do;
The lambs come kind; there haven’t been a ewe
Lost, nor a still one born, this moon, there an’t:
A thing I can’t remember, nor I can’t,
Since I’ve been shepherd:—that’s nigh forty year.
What star be that’n out yonder there?
It’s been a-coming on, night a’ter night,
This long time back, but never looked so bright
As ’a do now.
Watcher.
D’you think stars have a way
Of coming out like, special, when they got summut to say?
I’ve often wondered how it is they are:
You never seem to get no nearer to a star,—
Walk a’ter ’em a mile they still seem just as far.
’Tis as God made ’em. Like as they were geese,
Go a’ter ’em, and they turns tail and flees;
Then you go back, and back they come at you!
So as God made ’em’s what they got to do.
Aye, I don’t doubt the stars lays facts to mind:
There’s them as say men’s names be marked and signed,—
Writ in the roof up there, for proof that God’s behind.
You think a star knows what it’s all about,
A-blazing for?
I haven’t got a doubt
He does! That star—now, don’t tell me no more
You think he don’t know what he’s shining for!
Look at him jerking and working, and a-winking and a-blinking;—
Well,—that’s him thinking.
Well, if he thinks the things God sets him to,
Like we poor men, he got enough to do!
There’s old blind Abe a-looking! Don’t he seem
As if he saw it?
Aye! he likes to dream
He’s won his sight back, tho’ it’s been twelve year gone.
Abe, what d’you think you’ve got your eye upon?
A good sight! aye, and a sight as you can’t see
So well as I. The thought just come to me,
While all of you sat talking by my side,
Like to the word the prophet prophesied;—
And while you talked, the thought o’ it kep’ me dumb:—
Shiloh, thinks I,—will I see Shiloh come?
And all at once these words were in my head,—
What he,—the man whose eyes were open—said
Aforetime, ‘I shall see him;—but not now!’
Says he, ‘I shall behold him;—but not nigh:
‘Out of Jacob there shall come forth a Star,
‘And a Sceptre in Israel shall be raised high.’—
So he bare witness of things seen afar.
And that being told so many years ago,
Yet still to come, do surely seem to show
How we be likelier to behold that Star
Than he who only spoke o’ it from afar.
And in that day, ’tis told, the dumb shall talk,
The old shall leap, and the lame man shall walk,
And the blind man recover back his sight!
Well, well, it may be so! God will do right.
May we be there to see when that day shows:
What it can do for such as we—God knows!
Why! who be yon fine gentleman in white
Stepping across the sheepfolds to the right?
How comes it that his face be lit so bright?
The blood pricks in my thumbs;
’Tis like a ghost he comes!
Let nothing you annoy!
Behold, I bring
Good tidings of great joy:
To you a King
This day is born, to you and all mankind.
Even Christ the Lord, to man’s estate resigned.
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O Lord, O Lord! was ever the like heard tell!
Hold ye your peace, neighbours! he speaks us well.
And of that same
Let this be for a sign:
In Bethlehem,
Cradled amid the kine,
A Babe in swaddling-bands ye there shall find.
Have you no fear? oh, Abel, but you’re blind!
Peace, and give ear! New light shines in my mind.
And as a shepherd he shall feed
His flocks, and in his arms shall bear
The lambs, and like a father fair
The ewes with young shall lead.