Did High Glory Blaze a Little Space?

Did high glory blaze a little space that vast cold night? Did some poor souls, laboring late in roughing fields, thus gleam in face and heart, their world transformed, at such compacted splendor? And can that long-ago radiance, these many years hence, come down again to lift our deep gloom, to push back the looming shades? Ah dear Child, may it be so! May you, refulgent in blooded humility, bear anew to us, all sorts and conditions, your unconditioned light and love, however small may they seem this night, that we may rise to ruddy dawn and look with you on wondrous, happy day!