Page:Landon in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book 1838.pdf/82

Rh

wide the sacred city gates, Wide on the open air; A higher Conqueror awaits Than he whose name they bear.

He comes not in the strength of war, He comes not in its pride; No banners are around his car, No trumpets at his side.

Not in the midst of armed bands The Christian Chief appears, No swords are in his followers’ hands, They strive with prayers and tears.

For faint and weak those followers seem, Yet mighty is their voice: The Ganges’ old and holy stream Will in its depths rejoice.

Low is the voice with which they plead— A voice of peace and love; Peaceful and loving is the creed Whose emblem is the dove.

Far in the East a star arose, And with its rising brought God’s own appointed hour to those By whom it had been sought.

And still that guiding star hath shone O’er all its light hath won; And it will still keep shining on   Until its work be done.

A glorious ending at its birth Was to that planet given: For never will it set on earth, Till earth is lost in heaven.

Fling wide the ancient city’s gates, The hours of night are past, And Christ, the Conqueror, awaits Earth’s holiest and her last.