A WINTER NIGHT.
[A CAROL OF FOOTPRINTS.]
By NORA HOPPER.
'Twixt snow and snow in their poor apparel
The singers come with their lightsome carol,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
The singers come in a huddled crowd
Singing "Gloria" low and "Gloria" loud,
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Under the tread of so many feet
Snow turns mud in the lamplit street,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
Yet you may see while the dawn endure
Shining footsteps from door to door,
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Shining prints of a little child,
Feet in the mud set, undefiled,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day.
A little while do the footprints stay
Till the clear dawn deepens to rosy day,
To Christmas Day in the morning.