Religion
December
Religion
Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair,
I come, the last of all. This crown of mine
Is of the holly; in my hand I bear
The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine.
I celebrate the birth of the Divine,
And the return of the Saturnian reign;--
My songs are carols sung at every shrine,
Proclaiming "Peace on earth, good will to men."
Cite this poem
MLA
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “December.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/204/.
Chicago
Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth. “December.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/longfellow/204/.
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