Coming

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Coming

When the snow is on the earth

Birds and waters cease their mirth;

When the sunlight is prevailing

Even the night-winds drop their wailing.

On the earth when deep snows lie

Still the sun is in the sky,

And when most we miss his fire

He is ever drawing nigher.

In the darkest winter day

Thou, God, art not far away;

When the nights grow colder, drearer,

Father, thou art coming nearer!

For thee coming I would watch

With my hand upon the latch⁠—

Of the door, I mean, that faces

Out upon the eternal spaces!