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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 night, though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel___
[Verse]
Hither page and stand by me, if thou knowest, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence, by St. Agnes fountain
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Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together
Through the rude winds wild lament and the bitter weather__
[Verse]
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, my good page, tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter s rage, freeze thy blood less coldly
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In his masters steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod, which the saint had printed
Therefore, everyone be sure, wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now shall bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing