Heed Not The Rolling Wave

The Ditchling Carol

We're well into Advent now, and as is my wont I've been listening to lots of carols. One that stuck out for me this year is the Ditchling Carol, named for the village just north of us here in Brighton. It stuck out because the majority of the song is an earnest enjoinment to help the poor.

And all remember, gentles gay

For you who bask in fortune's ray

The year is all our holiday

The poor have only Christmas

It's remarkably powerful because it couches every request to help by pointing out how great the excess goods the hearers possess and how meagre the amount needed to help someone is.

When you the costly banquet deal

To guests who never famine feel

Oh spare one morsel from your meal

To feed the poor at Christmas

I know that's standard charity tactics, but I don't think their appeals tend to word it quite so artfully.

From blazing logs of fuel a while

Your homes are within summer's smile

Oh spare one log from off the pile

To warm the poor at Christmas

and the closing verse made me cry the first time I heard it again this year.

So shall each note of mirth appear

More sweet to Heaven than praise or prayer

That the happiness of those with least is the highest good is one of the best moral compasses you can reach for, especially in times like these.