The Poetry Corner

Unto Us A Son Is Given

By Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell

Given, not lent, And not withdrawn--once sent-- This Infant of mankind, this One, Is still the little welcome Son.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 by heart.