The Wise Men

The Wise Men wander across the wold, (O the Star in the sky!) Bearing their goodly gifts of gold. (How the low wind whispereth by! Whispereth Of birth, not death, With joy in its lifted cry!) The Wise Men come unto Bethlehem; (O the Star in the sky!) A star is the beacon that guideth them. (How the soft wind hasteneth by! Hasteneth The while it saith, “O the Light of the World is nigh!”) The Wise Men kneel at the infant’s feet, (O the Star in the sky!) And the loving mother smileth sweet. (While the wind it hurrieth by,— Hurrieth As it gladly saith, “O the Hope of the World is high!”) The Wise Men rise, and they go their ways; (O the Star in the sky!) And all this happened in the ancient days. (But the wind still gladdeneth by,— Gladdeneth At the death of Death, That Life hath the victory!)