Their robes were of crimson silk with rows Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees. And so the Three Kings rode into the West, Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell, And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast, And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest, With the people they met at some wayside well. "Of the child that is born," said Baltasar, To find and worship the King of the Jews." And the people answered, "You ask in vain; We know of no king but Herod the Great!" They thought the Wise Men were men insane, As they spurred their horses across the plain, Like riders in haste, and who cannot wait. And when they came to Jerusalem, Herod the Great, who had heard this thing, Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them; And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem, And bring me tidings of this new king." So they rode away; and the star stood still, Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will, Right over Bethlehem on the hill, The city of David where Christ was born. And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard, Through the silent street, till their horses turned And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard; But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred, And only a light in the stable burned. And cradled there in the scented hay, In the air made sweet by the breath of kine, The little child in the manger lay, The child, that would be king one day Of a kingdom not human but divine. His mother Mary of Nazareth Sat watching beside his place of rest, They laid their offerings at his feet: The myrrh for the body's burying. And the mother wondered and bowed her head, Her heart was troubled yet comforted, Remembering what the Angel had said Of an endless reign and of David's throne. Then the Kings rode out of the city gate, With a clatter of hoofs in proud array; But they went not back to Herod the Great, For they knew his malice and feared his hate, And returned to their homes by another way. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE SHEPHERDS. THE night was moonless; Judah's shepherds kept slept. To heaven's blue fields their wakeful eyes were turned, And there Boötes roll his lucid wain, Pursue forever the star-studded lyre; And there, with bickering lash, heaven's charioteer While thus the shepherds watched the host of night, O'er heaven's blue concave flashed a sudden light. The unrolling glory spread its folds divine O'er the green hills and vales of Palestine; And lo! descending angels, hovering there, Stretched their loose wings, and in the purple air Hung o'er the sleepless guardians of the fold, When that high anthem, clear and strong and bold, On wavy paths of trembling ether ran: 66 Glory to God, benevolence to man, Peace to the world"; and in full concert came, Yon living lamps, charmed from their chambers blue Glow unextinguished; 't was Salvation's Star. John Pierpont. NAOMI. sad-faced TWO women, haggard, worn, and wan, Passed wearily through Bethlehem's sun-scorched street; The city, moved to pity, round them ran, And some with wondering cry the strangers greet, What! Is this Naomi?" She quickly broke Upon them trembling, as they thus began,"Call me not Naomi," she weeping spoke, "For Naomi is numbered with the dead; My name is Mara, for, O friends, with me The Lord hath dealt exceeding bitterly! "The hand of God has touched me, and I mourn; Charles D. Bell. THEY GAVE TO THEE. THEY gave to Thee Myrrh, frankincense, and gold; But, Lord, with what shall we Present ourselves before thy majesty, Whom thou redeemedst when we were sold? We've nothing but ourselves, and scarce that neither; Vile dirt and clay; Yet it is soft, and may Impression take. |