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Very very late this week - what is time?
I'm afraid I haven't been very imaginative in my selection today. I chose this because it was one of the readings we always had at my school carol service. My best friend read it the year we both left, so whenever I read it now, I hear it in her voice.
The Oxen
I'm afraid I haven't been very imaginative in my selection today. I chose this because it was one of the readings we always had at my school carol service. My best friend read it the year we both left, so whenever I read it now, I hear it in her voice.
The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
