 A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuck It chanced upon the merry-merry Christmas Eve I went sighing past the church across the Moorland dreary O never sin and want and woe this earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing round They sing so cheery How long, O Lord, how long before Thou come again Still in cellar and in garret and on Moorland dreary The orphans moan and widows weep and poor men toil in vain Till earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild fowl on the mirror Beneath the stars across the snow like clear bells ringing And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carols, even here Though Thou be dumb, yet o'er there work The stars and snows are singing Blind I live, I love, I reign And all the nations through with the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing Do Thou fulfill Thy work, but as yon wild fowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Buckley It chanced upon the merry-mary Christmas Eve I went sighing past the church across the Moorland dreary Ah, never sin and want and woe this earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing round They sing so cheery How long, O Lord, how long before Thou come again Still in cellar and in garret And on Moorland dreary The orphans moan and widows weep And poor men toil in vain Till earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery Then arose a joyous clamour from the wild fowl on the mirror Beneath the stars across the snow Like clear bells ringing And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carol's even hear Though Thou be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and snows are singing Blind, I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing Do Thou fulfill Thy work, but as yon wild fowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing Eversley, 1849 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley. Read for Libberbox.org by Chad Horner from Ballyclair in County Antwern, Northern Ireland. Situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas Eve. I went sighing past the church across the Moorland dreary. Oh, never sin, and want, and woe this earth will leave. And the bells but mock the wailing round. They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, how long before Thy come again, Still in cellar, and in garret, And on Moorland dreary, The orphans' moon, the widows' weep, And perment toil in vain, Till earth is sick of hope deferred, Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamour from the wildfile On the mare beneath the stars, Across the snow, like clear bells ringing. And the folks within cried, Listen, Christmas Carols, even here, Though Thy be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and the snows are singing. Blind, I live, I love Thy reign, And all the nations through, With the thunder of my judgments, Even now, are ringing. Do Thou, fill Thy work, but as Yon wildfile do, Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing, Eversley, 1849. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Count in woe this earth will leave, And the bells but mock the wailing round, They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord? How long before Thou come again? Still in cellar, and in garret, And on Moorland dreary, The orphans' moon, and widows' weep, And perment toil in vain, Till earth is sick of hope deferred, Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamour From the woodfowl on the mare, Beneath the stars across the snow, Like clear bells ringing, And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas carols even hear. Though Thou be dumb, yet over their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind, I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through, With the thunder of my judgments, Even now, are ringing. Do Thou, fill Thy work, but as Yon wildfile do, Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing. Eversley, 1849 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist The chants upon the merry, merry Christmas Eve I went sighing Past the church, across the moorland dreary. Oh, never sin and wanton woe this earth will leave, And the bells but mark the wailing round They sing so cheery. How long, oh Lord, how long before Thou come again, Still in cellar and in garret, And on moorland dreary The orphans moan, and widows weep, And poor men toil in vain. Till earth is sick of hope deferred, Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamour From the wild fowl on the mirror. Beneath the stars, across the snow, Like clear bells ringing, And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carol's even hear. Though Thou be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind, I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing. Do Thou fulfill Thy work, but as Yon Wildfowl do? Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley, Read for LibriVox.org by Frank Duncan. It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas Eve. I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary. Oh, never sin and want and woe, This earth will leave. And the bells but mock the wailing round. They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, how long before Thou come again? Still in cellar, and in garret, And on moorland dreary, The orphans moan, and widows weep, And poor men toll in vain, Till earth is sick of hope deferred, Through Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamor From the wild fowl on the meere, Beneath the stars across the snow, Like clear bells ringing, And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carols even hear, Though Thou be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through, With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing. Do Thou fulfill Thy work, But as yon wildfowl do, Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing. Eversley 1849 A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas Eve I went sighing past the church Across the moorland dreary. Oh, never sin and want and woe This earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing round They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, How long before Thou come again? Still in cellar and in garret And on moorland dreary The orphans moan, And widows weep, And poor men toil in vain Till earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamour From the wildfowl on the mea Beneath the stars, across the snow, Like clear bells ringing, And a voice within cried, Listen! Christmas Carol's even here! Though thou be dumb, yet all their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind, I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgements Even now are ringing. Do thou fulfil thy work, But as yon wildfowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing. Eversley 1849 A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Jim Gallagher It chanced upon the merry-mary Christmas Eve I went sign past the church Across the moorland dreary. Oh! never sin and want and woe This earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing round They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, how long Before thou come again? Still in cellar and in garret And on moorland dreary The orphans moan in widows weep And poor men toil in vain Till earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamour From the wildfowl on the mea Beneath the stars across the snow Like clear bells ringing And a voice within cried, Listen! Christmas Carols even hear. Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind! I live, I love, I reign, And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing. Do thou fulfil thy work, But as yon wildfowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing, Yet hear through it angels singing. Eversley, 1849 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Matt Tantillo It chanced upon the merry-mary Christmas Eve I went sighing past the church Across the moorland dreary Oh, never sin and wanton woe This earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing round They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, how long before Thou come again? Still in cellar and in garret And on moorland dreary The orphans moan, the widows weep And poor men toil in vain Till the earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamor From the wildfowl on the mare Beneath the stars across the snow Like clear bells ringing And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carol's even here Though thou be dumb, yet o'er their work The stars and snows are singing. Blind, I live, I love, I reign And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing. Do thou fulfill thy work, But as yon wildfowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing Yet hear through it angels singing. Eversley, 1849 A Christmas Carol by Charles Kingsley Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Schemf It chanced upon the merry, merry Christmas Eve I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary O, never sin and want and woe this earth will leave And the bells but mock the wailing sound They sing so cheery. How long, O Lord, how long before thou come again? Still in cellar and in garret and on moorland dreary The orphans moan and widows weep And poor men toil in vain Till earth is sick of hope deferred Though Christmas bells be cheery. Then arose a joyous clamor From the wildfowl on the mare Beneath the stars across the snow Like clear bells ringing And a voice within cried, Listen, Christmas Carol's even here Though thou be dumb yet or their work The stars and snows are singing Bind, I live, I love, I reign And all the nations through With the thunder of my judgments Even now are ringing. Do thou fulfill thy work But as yon wildfowl do Thou wilt heed no less the wailing Yet hear, through it, angels singing Eversley, 1849 End of poem, this recording is in the public domain