CHRISTMAS POEMS -- CHILD'S CAROL

When there dawns a certain Star
     Comes a Stranger into the city;
The feet of prayer his dear feet are,
     His hands they are the hands of pity.

Every houseplace rich and poor
     Shall show for welcome a sprig of green,
And every heart shall open its door
     To let the Stranger enter in.

I will set my door ajar
     That he may enter if he please;
The eyes of love his dear eyes are,
     His brow it is the brow of peace.

Through the heart of every child
     And man and woman in the city
He shall pass, and they be filled
     With love and peace and prayer and pity.

by Eleanor Farjeon