Night Thoughts

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    I can’t recall ever being happy,
    Truly happy,
    Till tonight.
    And even stranger—this is a happiness
    Quite apart from money,
    Inns, or other business.
    A “spiritual feeling,” I should say,
    If I were “spiritual.”
    I think this must be how
    Those young folks feel.
    I’ve never seen a pair
    So much in love—
    Or quite so tired.
    They must have searched for hours
    To find a room.
    A room!
    In crowded Bethlehem!
    His voice was low and cracked,
    Dried by the desert heat:
    “Please, have you a room?
    We have asked in all of Bethlehem.
    But all is full.
    My wife is tired.
    Have you anything?”
    I almost told him no!
    And would have, too,
    Had I not seen her face.
    If ever I behold an angel,
    It will look like her:
    And I could tell
    Her time was near
    To bear a child.
    I wish I could have helped them more.
    A stable is not much.
    Oh, it is clean;
    The straw is sweet and fresh.
    But still, it’s just a stable.
    I wish …
    It is a lovely night,
    Not a sound.
    The stars are out in glory.
    Strange …
    There’s one I’ve never seen before.
    It’s a bright one, too.
    I could almost read
    Just by its light.
    (If I could read, that is.)
    I wonder why I’ve never seen that star before?
    It seems as if it were just lit;
    A brilliant lantern in the sky,
    Above my stable roof.
    A brilliant lantern in the sky
    To tell mankind
    Of some great deed.
    A wondrous star.
    What’s that?
    A sound …
    A newborn baby’s cry.