MERRY, merry we well may be, For Jesus Christ is come down to see! Long before, at the top of the stair, He set our angels a waiting there, Waiting hither and thither to fly, Tending the children of the sky, Lest they dash little feet against big stones, And tumble down and break little bones; For the path is rough, and we must not roam; We have learned to walk, and must follow him home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH RODNEY'S RIDE [JULY 3, 1776] by ELBRIDGE STREETER BROOKS SONG OF MARION'S MEN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN |