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Good King Wenceslas out
on the of Stephen,
the snow lay round about,
deep and and even.
Brightly the moon that night,
the frost was cruel,
when a poor man in sight,
winter fuel.

Hither, page, and by me.
If know it telling:
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his
Sire, he lives a league hence,
the mountain,
right against the fence
by Saint fountain.

me flesh, and bring me wine.
Bring me pine hither.
and I will see him dine
when we them thither.
Page and monarch, they went,
they went together
through the wind's wild lament
and the weather.

Sire, the is darker now,
and the blows stronger.
Fails my heart, I not how -
I can go no longer.
my footsteps good, my page,
tread in them boldly:
Thou find the winter's rage
thy blood less coldly.

In his master's he trod,
where the lay dented.
Heat was in the sod
which the had printed.
Therefore, men, be sure,
or rank possessing,
ye who now bless the poor
yourselves find blessing