We do not need, dear friend, to seek Down tortuous years, The blessed light Of Christmas night; For, here, beside each little, weak, Sweet, sleeping child, Where mother mild Shall come to kneel and lowly pray, We catch the grace Of Christ's dear face And radiance of Christmas Day! And all the candle points in rows On little trees Have in their power, This holy hour, To lead us where the great Star glows With steadier light Than that first night; For where the heart shall bid Christ stay There love is born, There is the morn And jubilance of Christmas Day! |