THE MOCKING OF CHRIST

WHEN all the Saints that are in Heaven keep Christmas at the board, Our Lady Mary calls a health before her Son our Lord, Says: "Let us sing the fairest town that is in all Your earthly crown; Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell To the Bells of Oxenford!"

Then saith the Holy Trinity: "There be We well adored;" Saith John to Mary Maudleyn, "There we walk across the sward;" And All the Souls that lived on earth lift up their voice to swell that mirth: "Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell To the Bells of Oxenford!"

King Jesus saith: "That will I well, thereof rest you assured , For I have a dwelling fair and Church with aisles so broad; So let us drink at Christmas time to all that dwell by Great Tom chime: Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell To the Bells of Oxenford!"

A MYSTERY.

* O My people, what have I done unto thee, or wherein have I wearied
thee? Testify against me.
THE REPROACHES.

* So man made God in his own image.
THE BOOK OF GENESIS (adapted).
A HALL.

PERSONA DEI:
I AM God Who all men made,
And in human form obeyed,
Till at last I was betrayed
To hand of wicked men;
They have judged Me now to die
And prepare to crucify . . .
Yet I will save their souls thereby
And soon shall rise again.
See now how these make mock of Me!
They have not so much charity
To leave Me to My grief . . .
But they shall crown Me as their King
And work full many a hateful thing,
And never a one of them shall bring
To Me the least relief.
How have I merited, say, how,
That on this wise they use Me now
Who did them so much good?
Have I not visited My vine
That it should give Me gall for wine?
Who then hath understood?