She did not know the words, but to the swinging measures other words fitted themselves; some lines which she had read that morning in a magazine.

She sang them softly in time with the carol-singers as she went on down the stairs: "For should he come not by the road, and come not by the hill And come not by the far sea way, _yet come he surely will_.
Close all the roads of all the world, _love's road is open still_.".