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(For Richardson Little Wright)


There was a gentle hostler
 (And blessed be his name!)
He opened up the stable
 The night Our Lady came.
Our Lady and Saint Joseph,
 He gave them food and bed,
And Jesus Christ has given him
 A glory round his head.

     So let the gate swing open
      However poor the yard,
     Lest weary people visit you
      And find their passage barred;
     Unlatch the door at midnight
      And let your lantern’s glow
     Shine out to guide the traveler’s feet
      To you across the snow.

There was a courteous hostler
 (He is in Heaven to-night)
He held Our Lady’s bridle
 And helped her to alight;
He spread clean straw before her
 Whereon she might lie down,
And Jesus Christ has given him
 An everlasting crown.

     Unlock the door this evening
      And let your gate swing wide,
     Let all who ask for shelter
      Come speedily inside.
     What if your yard be narrow?
      What if your house be small?
     There is a Guest is coming
      Will glorify it all.

There was a joyous hostler
 Who knelt on Christmas morn
Beside the radiant manger
 Wherein his Lord was born.
His heart was full of laughter,
 His soul was full of bliss
When Jesus, on His Mother’s lap,
 Gave him His hand to kiss.

     Unbar your heart this evening
      And keep no stranger out,
     Take from your soul’s great portal
      The barrier of doubt.
     To humble folk and weary
      Give hearty welcoming,
     Your breast shall be to-morrow
      The cradle of a King.