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50 III

Who are these that follow across the hills of night

A star that westward hurries along the fields of light?

Three wise men from the east who myrrh and treasure bring

To lay them at the feet of him their Lord and Christ and King.

IV

What babe new-born is this that in a manger cries?

Near on her bed of pain his happy mother lies.

O, see! the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings—

This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.

V

Tell me, how may I join in this holy feast

With all the kneeling world, and I of all the least?

Fear not, O faithful heart, but bring what most is meet:

Bring love alone, true love alone, and lay it at his feet.

EASTER

I

in the starry gloom

They sought the Lord Christ's tomb,

Two angels stood in sight,

All drest in burning white,

Who unto the women said:

Why seek ye the living among the dead?"