Frances Frost
Tonight when the hoar frost falls on the woods,
And the rabbit overs and the squirrel is cold,
And the horned owl huddles against a star,
And the drifts are deep and the year is old,
All shy creatures will think of Him.
The shivering mouse, the hare, the wild young
fox,
The does with the startled fawn,
Will dream of gentleness and a Child;
The buck with buddin horns will turn
His starry eyes to a silver hill tonight,
The chipmunk will awake and stir
And leave his burrow for the chill, dark midnight,
And all timid things will pause and sigh, and
sighing bless
That Child who loves the trembling hearts,
The shy hearts of the wilderness.
SHINE, STAR
Nancy Byrd Turner
Shine, star!
Shine on a stable of long ago,
Shine on a field in a land afar
That sheep and shepherds used to know,
Shine through the crystal, twilight air
While carols echo across the hill
And candles burn in each happy house
On table, mantel, and cedar boughs,
And every window still.
Pour your beauty on town and plain,
On tower and spire, on open pine,
Drop your silver on street and lane,
On roof and gable and windowpane.
Shed your joy in this heart of mine
And other hearts wherever they are
Shine, Christmas Star!
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