12 MARCH 1904, Page 18


For those that ask it, let them have their fill—

But must the peasants go So far away from home across the snow To perish in a land Whose very name they hardly know And for a cause they cannot understand ?

Have they no wives And helpless little ones who need their lives ?

Are they not dear to Christ These simple multitudes so cheaply priced ?

Earth is so wide, and they For whom a narrow home sufficed

Must they be sent to die so far away ?

Yet some of them Have journeyed for His sake to Bethlehem, And kneeling where He lay, Offered their hearts for gifts and went their way; And now, where'er they are, I like to think that, come what may, They are at peace who once have seen the Star.