It was by a creek deep in a wood
When first that lofty sound I heard
And long there I who fastly stood
Strained to hear that fading word
And all about me clothed in white
Each emerald point adorned and laced
With scarves of moss draped in delight
As though those noble firs be chaste
And tracing tracks left in the snow
The furry forest round about me drew
Encircling me there in that moons glow
All eyes on the owl as it flew
High atop some branch did it perch
A steeple of green boughs made clear
And all God’s creatures in a wooded church
Drenched by the Love that drew us near
And I was alight there on that eve
With Christmas just a morn away
Mere men and beast both plaited in a weave
As that great bird from his high stay
Cried “Who” and yet for me I knew
That each of us are but One gleam
Of earthly Light trenched in a pew
Though we Be God set in a dream
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