Go humbly, humble are the skies, And low and large and fierce the Star; So very near the Manger lies, That we may travel far. Hark! Laughter like a lion wakes, To roar to the resounding plain. And the whole heaven shouts and shakes, For God Himself is born again, And we are little children walking, Through the snow and rain. (G.K. Chesterton, The Wise Men)