Christmas in the Woods
francis frost
Tonight when the hoar frost falls on the wood,
And the rabbit cowers and the squirrel is cold,
And the horned owl huddles against a star,
And the drifts are deep and the year is old,
All shy creatures will think of Him.
The shivering mouse, the hare, the wild young fox,
The doe with the startled fawn,
Will dream of gentleness and a Child;
The buck with budding horns will turn
His starry eyes to a silver hill tonight,
The chipmunk will awake and stir
And leave his burrow for the chill, dark midnight,
And all timid things will pause and sigh, and sighing bless
That Child who loves the trembling hearts
The shy hearts of the wilderness.
