I'll not reproach
The road that winds, my feet that err.
  Access, approach
Art Thou, Time, Way, and Wayfarer.

"You never attained to Him." "If to attain
Be to abide, then that may be."
"Endless the way, followed with how much pain!
"The way was He."

Given, not lent,
And not withdrawn—once sent,
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.

New every year,
New born and newly dear,
He comes with tidings and a song,
The ages long, the ages long;