Eugene Field

Sept. 2, 1850 - Nov. 4, 1895

 

Chrystmasse Of Olde

by Eugene Field

Illustration: God rest ye, merry gentlemen

God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,
Wherever you may be, --
God rest you all in fielde or hall,
Or on ye stormy sea;
For on this morn oure Chryst is born
That saveth you and me.

Last night ye shepherds in ye east
Saw many a wondrous thing;
Ye sky last night flamed passing bright
Whiles that ye stars did sing,
And angels came to bless ye name
Of Jesus Chryst, oure Kyng.

God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,
Faring where'er you may;
In noblesse court do thou no sport,
In tournament no playe,
In paynim lands hold thou thy hands
From bloudy works this daye.

But thinking on ye gentil Lord
That died upon ye tree,
Let troublings cease and deeds of peace
Abound in Chrystantie;
For on this morn ye Chryst is born
That saveth you and me.

Illustration: Last night ye shepherds in ye east Saw many a wondrous thing;

Source:

Christmas Tales And Christmas Verse
Copyright 1912
Charles Scribner's Sons, New York
Illustrator: Florence Storer