Hallowe’en to Candlemas 
Thus Melchior. 
Come, play the pipes and blow the horn, 
Be joyful, 'world, that God is born ; 
This night the wondrous Child was born 
Who should, my little one, have been 
Not laid amid the hay and straw, 
But clad in gold and velvet sheen. 
At Bethlehem, before that door, 
Sun, Moon, and Stars bowed down, 
St. Joseph and the Virgin Mother 
Knelt to the King without a crown. 
Such light shone from the stable-door 
That “ Fire ” was around the cry ; 
But hidden in the humble thatch, 
It was the Star from the far blue sky 
I am a poor little Gipsey 
From Egypt come I here, 
And to the Child of God I bring 
A little cock and hen. 
I am a poor Gallegan 
From Galicy I come here, 
And to the Child of God I bring 
A little linen sark. 
To the newborn Child 
Gifts all are offering, 
I am of no account so I 
Have only a heart to bring. 
The Day of the Kings, or Epiphany, in Spain. This is 
the story of Luisito and Serafina written for Boy : 
Luisito and Serafina were orphans ; their father, a shep- 
herd, had been drowned one night, crossing a mountain 
stream in search of a lost lamb. Their mother had died 
of grief. Now they lived with old Aunt Ana, in the last 
house of the village, where the yellow plaster was peeling 
off, under the old chestnut-tree. They were very poor. 
Serafina used to carry water for Aunt Ana from the well, 
tripping along on her bare feet with the great green earthen 
pitcher on her head. Luisito helped old Uncle Jose, the 
village goatherd, to keep the brown goats on the mountain 
side. At the first sound of his pipe the small boy would 
run off and go with him through the village, and drive the 
goats, as one by one they joined the procession. Then, in 
the evening, as soon as Serafina heard the distant sound of 
the pipe she knew the goats were returning home. As 
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