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YULE AT THENGELFOR by CLINTON SCOLLARD

First Line: IT WAS YULE AT THENGELFOR
Last Line: AT THE SHARP WHITE TIDE OF YULE!
Subject(s): CHRISTIANITY; CHRISTMAS; PACIFISM; WAR; NATIVITY, THE; PEACE MOVEMENTS;

IT was Yule at Thengelfor, --
The sharp white tide of Yule;
And the mailed Thanes of War,
Bred in the fiery school
Of the devotees of Thor,
Flung into the council-hall
With sneer and clamorous call
At the calm-browed Thanes of Peace
Who worshiped without cease, --
Bending in prayer the knee
To the One of Galilee
Who died, as they said, for all.

Each man stood in his place
That sharp white noon of Yule,
And the War-Thanes hooted, "fool!"
And "coward!" and "craven knave!"
And they flashed, each one, a glaive
In every Peace-Thane's face.
But the Peace-Thanes were not cowed,
Smiling their quiet smile
At the flaunts and threats and jeers
Roaring about their ears;
And they held them poised and proud
Till, after a breathing while,
The tumult died like the sea
Subsiding sullenly
Around the breast of an isle
Set at the last fiord's verge,
Fronting the western surge.

Then into the council-hall
Where Peace confronted War, --
Where Christ confronted Thor, --
Dauntless, willowy, tall,
Came a maid of Thengelfor, --
The Princess! Ah, how fair
Was the sunrise-sheen of her hair,
More wondrous to behold
Than her coronet of gold!
And she paused between them there,
As white as the Yule was white,
Till a hush fell on the air
Like the hush of the middle night.
And she said, "What stand ye for?"
To the mailed Thanes of War;
And they shouted shrill, "For Thor,
And the kingdom's olden might!"
Then she turned her, level-eyed,
To the Peace-Thanes. "Ye?" she cried;
As in one voice they replied,
"For Christ, and the rule of right!"
"Thor and the war and might!"
Thus she mused for a space;
"Christ and peace and the right!"
And a glory mantled her face.
"Better the right than might,
Ye valiant Thanes of War!
Blood now the Yule is white?
Nay, 't were a grievous sight! --
Better the Christ than Thor!"

And ever and evermore
By the Baltic's rugged shore,
In the halls of Thengelfor,
Right not might is the rule,
The Christ and not sanguine Thor
At the sharp white tide of Yule!



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