Across The Waste, Across The Snow, O The Pity! O The Pity! Past Sentinel Of Friend And Foe O The Pity! O The Pity! Comes The Christ-Child Clad In White Through The Storm-Clouds Of The Night. Bearing In His Lily Hands Gift Of Peace To Warring Lands, O The Pity! O The Pity! "Adeste Fideles!" Sing The Choirs O The Pity! O The Pity! Lurid Flame The Battle Fires O The Pity! O The Pity! Shepherds Hear The Heavenly Song, Mid The Strife And Piteous Wrong; Peace On Earth But Not Of Men, Peace That Knows Not Crime Nor Sin. O The Pity! O The Pity! Lay Your Sceptres At His Feet, O The Pity! O The Pity! Christ, The Babe Of Bethlehem, Greet, O The Pity! O The Pity! Legions Stretched In Battle Line, Saw The Star And Knew The Sign, Yet Forgot That Christ Was Born Prince Of Peace, On Christmas Morn, O The Pity! O The Pity! Christmas, 1914. For Mrs. George Mcintyre.