The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1948
A Christmas Carol
A Christmas Carol
With faith unto our Lord
We sing this chilly eve,
For on this night we celebrate
What we at least believe.
And you in your warm houses
Built in a modern time,
Lining streets in a modern way,
May note our verses rhyme,
Our tune is bold and clear,
Our scansion carefully made,
And our voices true and high
And all our words well said.
And will you find our faith is good?
You cannot know or care:
The wind comes down this chilly street
And frost is in the air
And our words rise in clouds to the sky,
And when you raise your head
And hand us benediction
You think that's all we get;
But there you are wrong, my lords,
Wrong as a telling tongue;
For even as you raise your head
You grace the song we've sung.