The Week After Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

The Week After
Thou that diest, Thou that never diest,
Thy day of birth has come ande Highest!
And Earth has sung Peace and Goodwill to men!

And some have feasted, and still more have fasted,
But in the week that now has slipped behind
The movement was a warm one while it lasted,
And the hearts of men were willing to be kind.

Oh, keep that movement warm, not only now
But in the weeks that still beyond us lie!
Oh, keep that movement constant in us, Thou
That ever diest, and wilt never die.