A Child of the Snows

by G.K.Chesterton

There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,

When the nights are strong with a darkness long,

Never we know but in sleet and in snow,

That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth

And at night we win to the ancient inn

We follow the feet where all souls meet

The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,

The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,

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