A Child of the Snows
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A Child of the Snows

A great Christmas poem, which has inspired numerous song writers

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.

And at night we win to the ancient inn
Where the child in the frost is furled,
We follow the feet where all souls meet
At the inn at the end of the world.

The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
For the flame of the sun is flown,
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
And a Child comes forth alone.

Chesterton’s Christmas poetry can be found in the Collected Works Volume Ten. Be sure to also check out Frances Chesterton’s Christmas poetry, in How Far Is It To Bethlehem.