Quote#Wisdom
In his master’s steps he trod
Quote byJohn Mason Neale · 1818–1866
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Good King Wenceslas", st. 5.
English (original)
In his master’s steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed.
— John Mason Neale
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