It was the calm and silent night!
Seven hundred years and fifty-three
Had Rome been growing up to might
And now was queen of land and sea.
No sound was heard of clashing wars,
Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain;
Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars,
Held undisturbed their ancient reign,
In the solemn midnight,
Centuries ago.
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Who weareth in his diadem
The yellow crocus for the gem
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The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
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Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
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As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan,
They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they
love us,
And forget us till another year be gone!
