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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.

Hither, page, and stand by me,
if thou knowst it 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 Saint Agnes fountain.

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.

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, good my page,
tread thou in them boldly,
thou shall find the winters rage
freeze thy blood less coldly.

In his masters step he trod
where the snow lay dinted.
Heat was in the very sod
which the Saint had printed.

Therefore, Christian men be sure,
wealth or rank possessing,
ye, who now will bless the poor,
shall yourselves find blessing.