"Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night...." "Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel." THE END.