Though hautboy and basoon may break This ancient peace with, Christians, Wake! We should not stir, nor have, since when God rest you, merry Gentlemen! He of the icy hand us bid, And laid us 'neath earth's coverlid. Yet oft did Silas Dwight, who lies Under this stone, in cheerful wise Make Chancel wall and roof to ring With Christmas Joys and Wassailing; And still, maybe, may wind his horn And stop out shrill, This Happy Morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |