Witches turned poor men’s thoughts to gold
And Cinderella’s carriage rolled
Through moonlight into Fairyland.
I may but wish you happiness:
Not Pleasure’s dusty fruit to find,
But wines of Mirth and Friendship kind,
And Love, to make with you a home.
But may Our Lord whose Son has come
Now heed the wish and make it true,
Even as elves were wont to do