What tho the wind be cutting,
What tho it whistle shrill?
Herein is only comfort,
Here enters not its chill.
What tho the stars now glitter,
Like icicles of light?
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The Yule-log burning bright.
The goblets are raised and emptied,
A grey-beard shouts “Good Cheer!”
Old wine, old books, old pipes, – –
Old friends are gathered here – –
Here by the hearth.