Gates and Doors
(For Richardson Little Wright)
There was a gentle hostler(And blessed be his name!)He opened up the stableThe night Our Lady came.Our Lady and Saint Joseph,He gave them food and bed,And Jesus Christ has given himA glory round his head.So let the gate swing openHowever poor the yard,Lest weary people visit youAnd find their passage barred;Unlatch the door at midnightAnd let your lantern's glowShine out to guide the traveler'sfeetTo you across the snow.There was a courteous hostler(He is in Heaven to-night)He held Our Lady's bridleAnd helped her to alight;He spread clean straw before herWhereon she might lie down,And Jesus Christ has given himAn everlasting crown.Unlock the door this eveningAnd let your gate swing wide,Let all who ask for shelterCome speedily inside.What if your yard be narrow?What if your house be small?There is a Guest is comingWill glorify it all.There was a joyous hostlerWho knelt on Christmas mornBeside the radiant mangerWherein his Lord was born.His heart was full of laughter,His soul was full of blissWhen Jesus, on His Mother's lap,Gave him His hand to kiss.Unbar your heart this eveningAnd keep no stranger out,Take from your soul's great portalThe barrier of doubt.To humble folk and wearyGive hearty welcoming,Your breast shall be to-morrowThe cradle of a King.
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