ABOVE the weary waiting world, br Asleep in chill despair, br There breaks a sound of joyous bells br Upon the frosted air. br And o'er the humblest rooftree, lo, br A star is dancing on the snow. br What makes the yellow star to dance br Upon the brink of night? br What makes the breaking dawn to glow br So magically bright,— br And all the earth to be renewed br With infinite beatitude? br The singing bells, the throbbing star, br The sunbeams on the snow, br And the awakening heart that leaps br New ecstasy to know, — br They all are dancing in the morn br Because a little child is born.