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Christmas-Days are still in store: -- / Will they change -- steal faded hither? / Or come fresh as heretofore, / Summering all our winter weather?
Surely they will keep their bloom / All the countless pacing ages: / In the country whence they come / Children only are the sages!
Hither, every hour and year, / Children come to cure our oldness -- / Oft, alas, to gather sear / Unbelief, and earthy boldness!
Men they grow and women cold, / Selfish, passionate, and plaining! / Ever faster they grow old: -- / On the world, ah, eld is gaining!
Child, whose childhood ne'er departs! / Jesus, with the perfect father! / Drive the age from parents' hearts; / To thy heart the children gather.
Send thy birth into our souls, / With its grand and tender story. / Hark! the gracious thunder rolls! -- / News to men! to God old glory!