Classic Poem

Room for all else but love,
In houses and in hearts at Bethlehem.
Does he despair of change,
Who comes to us today as once to them,
But finds us occupied
And unaware and ready to condemn?

Which one shall dare to fling,
Uncalculatingly, his portal wide;
To thrust the trivial out
And bid the late Guest take his ease inside?
Except the Lord Christ come,
Nor house nor heart shall know the Christmastide!

Room for all else but love,
In houses and in hearts at Bethlehem.
Does he despair of change,
Who comes to us today as once to them,
But finds us occupied
And unaware and ready to condemn?

Which one shall dare to fling,
Uncalculatingly, his portal wide;
To thrust the trivial out
And bid the late Guest take his ease inside?
Except the Lord Christ come,
Nor house nor heart shall know the Christmastide!