<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368578" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The First Waits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MEDITATION FOR ALL.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">SO, Christmas is here again!-- <br>While the house sleeps, quiet as death, <br>'Neath the midnight moon comes the Waits' shrill tune, <br>And we listen and hold our breath. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas that never was-- <br>On this foggy November air, <br>With clear pale gleam, like the ghost of a dream, <br>It is painted everywhere. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas that might have been-- <br>It is borne in the far-off sound, <br>Down the empty street, with the tread of feet <br>That lie silent underground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas that yet may be-- <br>Like the Bethlehem star, leads kind: <br>Yet our life slips past, hour by hour, fast, fast, <br>Few before--and many behind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas we have and hold, <br>With a tremulous tender strain, <br>Half joy, half fears--Be the psalm of the years, <br>'Grief passes, blessings remain!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas that sure will come, <br>Let us think of, at fireside fair;-- <br>When church bells sound o'er one small green mound, <br>Which the neighbors pass to prayer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christmas that God will give,-- <br>Long after all these are o'er, <br>When is day nor night, for the LAMB is our Light, <br>And we live forevermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368578" data-title="The First Waits de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="A MEDITATION FOR ALL. SO, Christmas is here again!-- While the house sleeps, quiet as death, 'Neath the midnight moon comes the Waits' shrill tune, And we listen and hold our breath. The Christmas that never was-- On this foggy November air..."></div> </div> </div>

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