Classic Poem

Two thousand years are far enough!
Who finds the road to yesterday?
Who bridges gulfs that have no edge—
The past is stars and stars away.

As far away, as far away
As stars are from the light we see,
So far away is Bethlehem
From ticking clocks and you and me.

But on the roads that death ruts deep,
In every cursed and smitten land,
At Christmas Eve or any hour
The beggared ones may find his hand.

For Christ has walked the second mile
Across the years from Bethlehem;
And God's incarnate love still keeps,
In Christ, its comradeship with men.

Two thousand years are far enough!
—Who finds the road to yesterday?
Who bridges gulfs that have no edge—
—The past is stars and stars away.

As far away, as far away
—As stars are from the light we see,
So far away is Bethlehem
—From ticking clocks and you and me.

But on the roads that death ruts deep,
—In every cursed and smitten land,
At Christmas Eve or any hour
—The beggared ones may find his hand.

For Christ has walked the second mile
—Across the years from Bethlehem;
And God's incarnate love still keeps,
—In Christ, its comradeship with men.