Christmas Carol Poem

Christmas Carol

The earth has grown old with its burden of care,

But at Christmas it always is young,

The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and

fair,

And its soul full of music breaks forth on the

air,

When the song of the angels is sung.

It is coming Old Earth, it is coming to-night!

On the snowflakes wich cover thy sod

The feet of the Christ-child fall gently and white,

And the voice of the Christ-child tells out with

delight

That mankind are the children of God.

On the sad and lonley, the wretched and poor,

That voice of the Christ-child shall fall;

And to every blind wanderer open the door

Of hope that he dared not to dream of before,

With a sunshine of welcome for all.

The feet of the humblest may walk in the field

Where the feet of the Holiest have trod,

This, this is the marvel to mortals revealed

When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed,

That mankind are the children of God.

by Phillips Brooks.