In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

“Child, leave the hot, dusty roadside, and come.”

“I’d go, for I know that you love me;

But, please, I’d rather stay here, near my home,

For Papa’s in there, just above me.”

WITH A SMALL LETTER-OPENER.

TO W. B. W.

Once more ’tis the night before Christmas; once more

The Christ-child is entering each open door;