| The wondering stars of Christmas Eve,
The angels sang to them Of a King of Glory who should come That night to Bethlehem. The stars shone east, the stars shone west, And north and south they shone; Yet they saw no king come riding by, They saw no stately throne. But when the morning hours were young They stood aside to light The way of a happy little babe To Bethlehem that night. And one star, brightest of them all, Stood watchful guard above A manger, warmed by the cattle's breath And a wondrous mother-love. 'Twas "Peace on earth, good will to men!" The angels sang on high, While sweet young Mary hushed her heart To hear her first-born's cry. "O saw ye Him?" the angels sang, And the tired stars answered them: "Not we! But a little child was born This night in Bethlehem!" __Ester M. (Clark) Hill. |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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