A Celebration of Women Writers

"A Christmas Hymn." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 53.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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A CHRISTMAS HYMN

No room for Thee, O Baby Jesukin,
           No room within the inn;
Only the stable door is standing wide,
           And there inside
The ox and ass their patient foreheads bow
           Before Thee now.

No room for Thee, O little Lord of all,
           In cottage or in hall;
Yet o'er Thy stable angel voices sound
           Telling around
To the wide world a Prince is born to them
           In Bethlehem.

No room for Thee–yet the wise Kings have sped
           To kneel beside Thy bed,
Offering their gifts, myrrh, frankincense, and gold,
           To Thee to hold;
And all the angel armies of the air
           Are gathered there.

No room for Thee–yet the wide earth is Thine!
           And this poor heart of mine;
Though oft Thy Hand has tried its doors in vain,
           Yet come again;
Wide open now it stands–O Light of Light,
           Enter to-night.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom