THE snow lies deep on the frozen ground,
And the Christmas night is cold,
And I shine before the rime so hoar—
Can it be I am growing old?
Long years ago when the Christmas chimes
Made merry the midnight sky,
When the carolers’ call filled houses and hall,
And wassail and mirth ran high;
When the harlequin mummers reeled and danced,
And the great Yule log blazed bright;