From my bedroom window - time to remember the poor

Freezing fog envelopes and hides the usual view of Norwich Cathedral, Castle and City Hall from my bedroom window. Thankfully for our collective peace of mind, it also camouflages the multii-storey car parks which are home to some of our population of rough sleepers.

 

Old Winter is come with its cold chilling breath

And the leaves are all gone from the trees

All nature seems touched by the finger of death

And the lakes are beginning to freeze

When your minds are annoyed by the wide swelling flood

And your bridges are useful no more

When in plenty you enjoy everything that is good

That's the time to remember the poor

 

The cold air and snow will in plenty descend

And whiten the prospect around

The keen cutting wind from the north will attend

And cover it over the ground

When the hills and the dales are all candied with white

And the rivers are froze on the shore

When the bright twinkling stars they proclaim the cold night

That's the time to remember the poor

 

The poor timid hare through the woods may be traced

By her footsteps indented in the snow

When our lips and our fingers are all dangling with cold

And the marksman a-shooting doth go

When the young wanton lads on the river slide

And the icicles hang at your door

When in plenty you are sitting by a warm fireside

You will tremble to think of the poor

 

For the times fast a-coming when our Savior on earth

All the world shall agree with one voice

All nations unite to salute the blest morn

And the whole of then earth shall rejoice

When grim death is deprived of its killing sting

And the grave rules triumphant no more

Saints angels and men hallelujah shall sing

Then the rich must remember the poor

 

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