A Christmas Carol

Samuel Taylor Coleridge * Track #166 On The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol I

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A Christmas Carol by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Christmas Carol Annotated

I
&nbspThe shepherds went their hasty way,
&nbsp       &nbspAnd found the lowly stable-shed
&nbspWhere the Virgin-Mother lay:
&nbsp       &nbspAnd now they checked their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.

II
&nbspThey told her how a glorious light,
&nbsp       &nbspStreaming from a heavenly throng,
&nbspAround them shone, suspending night!
&nbsp       &nbspWhile sweeter than a mother's song,
Blest Angels heralded the Saviour's birth,
Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.

III
&nbspShe listened to the tale divine,
&nbsp       &nbspAnd closer still the Babe she pressed;
&nbspAnd while she cried, the Babe is mine!
&nbsp       &nbspThe milk rushed faster to her breast:
Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.

IV
&nbspThou Mother of the Prince of Peace,
&nbsp       &nbspPoor, simple, and of low estate!
&nbspThat strife should vanish, battle cease,
&nbsp       &nbspO why should this thy soul elate?
Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,—
Didst thou ne'er love to hear of fame and glory?

V
&nbspAnd is not War a youthful king,
&nbsp       &nbspA stately Hero clad in mail?
&nbspBeneath his footsteps laurels spring;
&nbsp       &nbspHim Earth's majestic monarchs hail
Their friend, their playmate! and his bold bright eye
Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.

VI
&nbsp'Tell this in some more courtly scene,
&nbsp       &nbspTo maids and youths in robes of state!
&nbspI am a woman poor and mean,
&nbsp       &nbspAnd therefore is my soul elate.
War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled,
That from the agéd father tears his child!

VII
&nbsp'A murderous fiend, by fiends adored,
&nbsp       &nbspHe kills the sire and starves the son;
&nbspThe husband kills, and from her board
&nbsp       &nbspSteals all his widow's toil had won;
Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away
All safety from the night, all comfort from the day.

VIII
&nbsp'Then wisely is my soul elate,
&nbsp       &nbspThat strife should vanish, battle cease:
&nbspI'm poor and of a low estate,
&nbsp       &nbspThe Mother of the Prince of Peace.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.

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