Here is the Little Door

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Herbert Howells - Pop

Here is the Little Door

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Here is the little door Lift up the latch, oh lift! We need not wander more But enter with our gift; Our gift of finest gold Gold that was never bought or sold; Myrrh to be strewn about his bed; Incense in clouds about His head; All for the child that stirs not in His sleep But holy slumber hold with ass and sheep Bend low about His bed For each He has a gift; See how His eyes awake Lift up your hands, O lift! For gold, He gives a keen-edged sword (Defend with it thy little Lord!) For incense, smoke of battle red Myrrh for the honored happy dеad; Gifts for His children, terrible and sweet; Touchеd by such tiny hands And Oh such tiny feet

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Credits

Writers
  • William Dean Howells
  • Frances Chesterton