Good King Wenceslas
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1. Good Kind Wenceslas looked out 
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   On the feast of Stephen
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   When the snow lay round about
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   Cold and crisp and even
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   Brightly shown the moon that night
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   Though the frost was cruel
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   When a poor man came insight
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   Gathering winter fuel.

2. “Hither, page, and stand by me
   If thou know’st 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.”

3. “Bring me flesh and bring me wine
   Bring me pine logs hither.
   Thou and I shall see him dine
   When we fetch the thither.”
   Page and monarch forth they went
   Forth they went together
   Through the rude wind’s wild lament
   And the bitter weather

4. “Sire, the night is darker now
   And the wind grows colder.
   Fails my heart, I know not how
   I can go no longer.”
   “Mar my footsteps good my page
   Tread thou in them boldly
   Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
   Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

5. In his master’s steps he trod
   Where the snow lay dinted.
   Heat was in the very sod
   Which the saint had printed.
   Therefore, Christian men, be sure
   Wealth and rank possessing
   Ye who now will help the poor
   Shall yourselves find blessing.