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GOD'S WEATHER: DECEMBER, by                    
First Line: The dusk of the evening, with winter stars growing
Last Line: We wait with the stars thro' his weather, god's weather.
Subject(s): Weather; Winter


The dusk of the evening, with winter stars growing
Out from blue, breaking thro' hanging low cloud banks snowing;
With the long dark street hush'd under banked branches bowing
Over walks waiting deep under blind paths' blurr'd strowing;
With the red lamplight under high-pitched grey roofs, growing
Dim, distant.

The old mill-front frowning, blank, glooming
Down on glad revels glimpsed thro' the swung door's swift looming;
On the appeal of the windows, with gay pageant gleaming,
And child-faces pressed to the pane—drifting—dreaming.
Past today's tender thankfulness, child-longings borrow
High hopes and fair dreams for God's perfect tomorrow
And love's perfect round.

Trailing, hushed snowflakes clinging
To the pickets' piled points, past the low-hung gate swinging,
Lead the homing feet back as the long hushed street darkens
Under low-hanging stars; and waiting hearts hearken,
Circled close round the fireside flanked by massed greens arboral,
Over loves cradled sacrament; while earth's mighty choral
Sweeps—the song of the angels, the dawn-burst auroral,
The star and the manger—down the white night; and, together,
With His promise, His peace, His good gifts—together—
We wait with the stars thro' His weather, God's weather.




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