A festive poem, not by Chesterton, but by yours truly. But it does use the phrase "world-creating frame" for windows, and Chesterton did write "All my life I have loved frames and limits; and I will maintain that the largest wilderness looks larger seen through a window." So there's kind of a link, yeah?
A Christmas Bauble
Gaze into the flickering flame
Of a homely hearth
Gaze through the world-creating frame
Of any window on the Earth.
Gaze in a grey or a hazel eye;
Gaze all night at the spangled sky;
But gaze at last, for a greater joy,
In the glow of a Christmas bauble.
This is the very mirror of mirth;
A light to proclaim
A winter's tale of a Virgin Birth
Making the world a fantastic game.
God is the giddiest thought of all,
Says the tinsel hanging on the wall
And the twinkling of that happy ball
The glow of a Christmas bauble.
The season that bears the Holy Name
Is sending forth
The tidings we were born to proclaim;
The infinite worth
Of the soul of man, and the world of things;
The wild delight of all carollings
But the homeliest hymn to the King of Kings
Is the glow of a Christmas bauble.
Maolsheachlann O Ceallaigh
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