Classic Poem

Oh Sky, you look so drear! SKY .
Oh Earth, you look so bare! EARTH .
How chilly you appear! SKY .
How empty you lie there! SKY .

My winds blow icy cold. EARTH .
My flowers have gone from me. SKY .
Yet I've one Star of gold. EARTH .
And I have one green Tree. SKY .

I'll set my Star on high
Alone in its own light
For any Child to spy
Who wakes on Christmas Night. EARTH .

I'll hang my Tree with toys,
Like fruit and flowers gay,
For little girls and boys
To pick on Christmas Day. THEY

Then let the soft snow fall, SAY TO-
And let the cold wind blow! GETHER
We have in spite of all
A pretty thing to show;

Yes, Christmas Eve and Morn
We'll show our pretty thing
To every baby born
Of Beggar-man or King. EARTH .

Oh Sky, you look so clear! SKY .
Oh Earth, you look so fair! EARTH .
How bright your Star shines here. SKY .
How green your Tree grows there.