When the star in the sky is gone,
When the Kings and Princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks
The real work of Christmas begins.
To find the lost
To heal the broken
To feed the hungry
To release the prisoners
To rebuild the nations
To bring peace among brothers
To make music in the heart.
But the war which is preparing, has altered the very temper and genius of this island. The price of every necessary of life increases every day, and the generosity of the people of course decreases. Indeed how can it be otherwise? People that are so often fleeced, must retrench in the liberality of their bounty…
Add to this, that as the whole island may be said, from the circumstances of its being surrounded by the sea, to be a place of confinement, so we are likely to be shut up more closely by the wars. I see great commotions arising: wither they will tend, or how they will terminate, it is impossible to say. I only wish, God in His mercy would vouchsafe to still the raging sea which is agitating all Christendom.” —
Erasmus Roterodamus to Anthony a Bergis