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homeless
    All men are at home.
    The crazy stable close at hand,
    With shaking timber and shifting sand,
    Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
    Than the square stones of Rome.
     
    For men are homesick in their homes,
    And strangers under the sun,
    And they lay their heads in a foreign land
    Whenever the day is done.
    Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
    And chance and honour and high surprise,
    Where the yule tale was begun.
     
    A Child in a foul stable,
    Where the beasts feed and foam;
    Only where He was homeless
    Are you and I at home;
    We have hands that fashion and heads that
    But our hearts we lost—how long ago!
    In a place no chart nor ship can show
    Under the sky's dome.
     
    This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
    And strange the plain things are,
    The earth is enough and the air is enough
    For our wonder and our war;
    But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
    And our peace is put in impossible things
    Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
    Round an incredible star.
     
    To an open house in the evening
    Home shall men come,
    To an older place than Eden
    And a taller town than Rome.
    To the end of the way of the wandering star,
    To the things that cannot be and that are,
    To the place where God was homeless
    And all men are at home.

A Song of Gifts to God

When the first Christmas presents came, the straw where Christ was rolled
    Smelt sweeter than their frankincense, burnt brighter than their gold,
    And a wise man said, "We will not give; the thanks would be but cold."
     
    "Nay," said the next, "To all new gifts, to this gift or another,
    Bends the high gratitude of God; even as He now, my brother,
    Who had a Father for all time, yet thanks Him for a Mother.
     
    "Yet scarce for Him this yellow stone or prickly-smells and sparse.
    Who holds the gold heart of the sun that fed these timber bars,
    Nor any scentless lily lives for One that smells the stars."
     
    Then spake the third of the Wise Men; the wisest of the three:
    "We may not with the widest lives enlarge His liberty,
    Whose wings are wider than the world. It is not He, but we.
     
    "We say not He has more to gain, but we have more to lose.
    Less gold shall go astray, we say, less gold, if thus we choose,
    Go to make harlots of the Greeks and hucksters of the Jews.
     
    "Less clouds before colossal feet redden in the under-light,
    To the blind gods from Babylon less incense burn to-night,
    To the high beasts of Babylon, whose mouths make mock of right."
     
    Babe of the thousand birthdays, we that are young yet grey,
    White with the centuries, still can find no better thing to say,
    We that with sects and whims and wars have wasted Christmas Day.
     
    Light Thou Thy censer to Thyself, for all our fires are dim,
    Stamp Thou Thine image on our coin, for Caesar's face grows dim,
    And a dumb devil of pride and greed has taken hold of him.
     
    We bring Thee back great Christendom, churches and towns and towers.
    And if our hands are glad, O God, to cast them down like flowers,
    'Tis not that they enrich Thine hands, but they are saved from ours.

The Kingdom of Heaven

Said the Lord God, "Build a house,
    Build it in the gorge of death,
    Found it in the throats of hell.
    Where the lost sea muttereth,
    Fires and whirlwinds, build it well."
     
    Laboured sternly flame and wind,
    But a little, and they cry,
    "Lord, we doubt of this Thy will,
    We are blind and murmur why,"
    And the winds are murmuring still.
     
    Said the Lord God, "Build a house,
    Cleave its treasure from the earth,
    With the jarring powers of hell
    Strive with formless might and mirth,
    Tribes and war-men, build it well."
     
    Then the raw red sons of men
    Brake the soil, and lopped the wood,
    But a little and they shrill,
    "Lord, we cannot view Thy good,"
    And the wild men clamour still.
     
    Said the Lord God, "Build a house,
    Smoke and iron, spark and steam,
    Speak and vote and buy and sell;
    Let a new world throb and stream,
    Seers and makers, build it