IT is Christmas, and the sunshine
Lies golden on the fields,
And flowers of white and purple
Yonder fragrant creeper yields.
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The title of this poem is 'Sassoor, in the Deccan'. Regarding carol singing, Landon appended the following note: This is one of those pretty customs that yet remain at a due distance from London—London, that Thalaba of all observances. I remember once being awakened by a band of children coming up the old beech avenue, singing carols with all their heart. The tune was monotonous enough, and as to time, I will say nothing on the subject. Still the multitude of infant voices, and the open air, and the distance, gave a singularly wild and sweet effect to the chant of the childish company. The words, which I subjoin, had a practical tendency. Ivy, holly, and misletoe, Give me a penny, and let me go.
Although Landon here speaks as a man, she perhaps is drawing on the experience of her friend, Emma Roberts.
The title of this poem is 'Sassoor, in the Deccan' Regarding carol singing, Landon appended the following note: This is one of those pretty customs that yet remain at a due distance from London—London, that Thalaba of all observances. I remember once being awakened by a band of children coming up the old beech avenue, singing carols with all their heart. The tune was monotonous enough, and as to time, I will say nothing on the subject. Still the multitude of infant voices, and the open air, and the distance, gave a singularly wild and sweet effect to the chant of the childish company. The words, which I subjoin, had a practical tendency. Ivy, holly, and misletoe, Give me a penny, and let me go.