When the snow is on the earth <br />Birds and waters cease their mirth; <br />When the sunlight is prevailing <br />Even the night-winds drop their wailing. <br /> <br />On the earth when deep snows lie <br />Still the sun is in the sky, <br />And when most we miss his fire <br />He is ever drawing nigher. <br /> <br />In the darkest winter day <br />Thou, God, art not far away; <br />When the nights grow colder, drearer, <br />Father, thou art coming nearer! <br /> <br />For thee coming I would watch <br />With my hand upon the latch- <br />Of the door, I mean, that faces <br />Out upon the eternal spaces!<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-4/
