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DECEMBER

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair,

I come, the last of all. This crown of mine

Is of the holly; in my hand I bear

The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine.

I celebrate the birth of the Divine,

And the return of the Saturnian reign;--

My songs are carols sung at every shrine,

Proclaiming "Peace on earth, good will to men."