I know some of you enjoy poetry. Whenever Christmas comes around, I find myself thinking of this beautiful poem. I hope you enjoy it, too. It's message is deeper than its simple words suggest and Hardy's words speak directly to my own heart.
The Oxen
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Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
‘Now they are all on their knees,’
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
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We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
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So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
‘Come; see the oxen kneel,
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‘In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,’
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
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Thomas Hardy
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Steve
PS I had to add in a dot between each stanza as this forum does odd things with text formatting.