Sir Walter Scott ( 6 of 46 )
Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.
And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry read more
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
