O LITTLE @3town, O little town, Upon the hills so far, We see you, like a thing sublime, Across the great gray wastes of time, And men go up and men go down, But follow still the star!@1 And this is humble Bethlehem In the Judean wild; And this is lowly Bethlehem Wherein a mother smiled; Yea, this is happy Bethlehem That knew the little Child! Ay, this is glorious Bethlehem Where He drew living breath (Ah, precious, precious, Bethlehem!— So every mortal saith) Who brought to all that tread the earth Life's triumph over death! @3O little town, O little town, Upon the hills afar, You call to us, a thing sublime, Across the great gray wastes of time, For men go up and men go down, But follow still the star!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD THE DEATH OF SLAVERY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON THE DEATH OF A CAT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |