Classic Poem

THE WARDER'S CRY OF GOOD-WILL .

Noil!
Good-will toward men! Ye warders four,
Go, call, with brazen horn,
Thief, robber, magdalen, outcast poor,
This happy morn;
" A-yule! a-yule! " send forth the girth
To all the corners of the earth;
" The city gates wide open be;
Come in! Immanuel sets you free! "
Ring, holy bell,
A-yule! Noil!
He brings good-will, Immanuel!