ABOVE the weary waiting world,
Asleep in chill despair,
There breaks a sound of joyous bells
Upon the frosted air.
And o’er the humblest rooftree, lo,
A star is dancing on the snow.
…
What makes the yellow star to dance
Upon the brink of night?
What makes the breaking dawn to glow
So magically bright,-
And all the earth to be renewed
With infinite beatitude?
…
The singing bells, the throbbing star,
The sunbeams on the snow,
And the awakening heart that leaps
New ecstasy to know,-
They all are dancing in the morn
Because a little child is born.
– Christmas Song by William Bliss Carman