Part 1 — A CAROL OF FOOTPRINTS.

'Twixt snow and snow in their poor apparel The singers come with their lightsome carol, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day. The singers come in a huddled crowd Singing "Gloria" low and "Gloria" loud, On Christmas Day in the morning. Under the tread of so many feet Snow turns mud in the lamplit street, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day. Yet you may see while the dawn endure Shining footsteps from door to door, On Christmas Day in the morning. Shining prints of a little child, Feet in the mud set, undefiled, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day. A little while do the footprints stay Till the clear dawn deepens to rosy day, To Christmas Day in the morning. And those who have looked on the footprints bright, They know, in the dusk 'twixt day and night, (On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day,) That Christ has passed with the passing feet Of folk that praised Him in carols sweet On Christmas Day in the morning.