Given, not lent,
And not withdrawn – once sent,
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.
New every year,
New-born and newly dear,
He comes with tidings and a song,
The ages long, the ages long;
Even as the cold
Keen winter grows not old,
As childhood is so fresh, foreseen,
And spring in the familiar green –
Sudden as sweet
Come the expected feet.
All joy is young, and new all art,
And He, too, whom we have seen by heart.
Alice Meynell, 1847-1922
Fr Lee Kenyon