Joy in the Morning

This is poem by Kenneth Grahame from "The Wind in the Willows".  It is in the story, "Christmas at Mole End."

Villagers all, this frosty tide,
Let your doors swing open wide,
Though wind may follow and snow beside,
Yet draw us in by your fire to bide;
Joy shall be yours in the morning!

Here we stand in the cold and the sleet
Blowing fingers and stamping feet,
Come from far away you to greet -
You by the fire and we in the street - 
Bidding you joy in the morning!

For ere one half of the night was gone,
Sudden a star has led us on,
Raining bless and benison - 
Bliss tomorrow and more anon,
Joy for every morning!

Goodman Joseph toiled through the snow - 
Saw the star over a stable low;
Mary she might not further go - 
Welcome thatch, and little below!
Joy was hers in the morning!

And then they heard the angels tell
'Who were the first to cry Noel?
Animals all, as it befell,
In the stable where they dwell!
Joy shall be theirs in the morning!'