BY FRANCES V. HUBBARD.
Many the stars that shone that night
When Wise Men sought to scan the skies;
But one, alone, more clear, more bright
Than all the rest, attracts their eyes.
Long had they watched, and waited long,
For what the prophets had foretold,
They needed not to hear the song,
The tale to them the skies unfold.
A King was born. No earthly king,
But One whose power should never cease.
“Arise,” they cried, “a tribute bring,
That star tells of the Prince of Peace.”
They came in state, three kings were they;
But to a manger bed they bring
Their gifts and at His feet they pray:
“Accept our gifts of kings the King.”
A King. A manger or a throne
They heeded not, they knew the sign,
That star betokened One alone,
The Prince of Peace, the King divine.
Still shines that star, as long ago
It shone that early Christmas morn;
As then, it points the way to go,
As then, it tells “The Christ is born.”
Troy Times. December 24, 1914: 13 col 1.
Christopher K. Philippo