{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x43.htm","path":"time/50x/50x43.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x43.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nCHRISTMAS Eve, and twelve of the clock.\n \"Now they are all on their knees,\"\n An elder said as we sat in a flock\n By the embers in hearthside ease.\nWe pictured the meek mild creatures where\n They dwelt in their strawy pen,\n Nor did it occur to one of us there\n To doubt they were kneeling then.\nSo fair a fancy few would weave\n In these years! Yet, I feel,\n If some one said on Christmas Eve,\n \"Come; see the oxen kneel\n\"In the lonely barton by yonder coomb\n Our childhood used to know,\"\n I should go with him in the gloom\n Hoping it might be so.\n--THOMAS HARDY","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: The Oxen","type":"page"}