Had I the power To cast a bell that should from some grand tower, At the first Christmas hour, Out-ring, And fling A jubilant message wide, The forgèd metals should be thus allied;-- No iron Pride, But soft Humility and rich-veined Hope Cleft from a sunny slope, And there should be White Charity, And silvery Love, that knows nor Doubt nor Fear, To make the peal more clear; And then, to firmly fix the fine alloy, There should be Joy! If you walk on Christmas eve, And the moon doth shine aright, You will see them weave,-- Nimble gnome, and fay and sprite,-- Devious dances in the lustrous lunar light.…
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