OUR hearts to-night are open wide, The grudge, the grief, are laid aside: The path and porch are swept of snow, The doors unlatched; the hearthstones glow -- No visitor can be denied. All tender human homes must hide Some wistfulness beneath their pride: Compassionate and humble grow Our hearts to-night. Let empty chair and cup abide! Who knows? Some well-remembered stride May come as once so long ago -- Then welcome, be it friend or foe! There is no anger can divide Our hearts to-night. |