by Phillips Brooks
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
Christmas in lands of fir tree and pine;
Christmas in lands of palm tree and vine;
Christmas where snow peaks stand solemn and white;
Christmas where cornfields lie sunny and bright:
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
Christmas where children are hopeful and gay;
Christmas where old men are patient and gray;
Christmas where peace, like a dove in its flight,
Broods o’er brave men in the thick of the fight:
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
Then let every heart keep its Christmas within,
Christ’s pity for sorrow, Christ’s hatred for sin,
Christ’s care for the weakest, Christ’s courage for right,
Christ’s dread of the darkness, Christ’s love of the light,
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas to-night!
For the Christ Child Who comes is the Master of all;
No palace too great and no cottage too small.