POETRY.
EPIPHANY.
[" When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy."] WESTWARD the Eastern sages go, Nor cease they till the goal is won. Shall then the mystic Orient owe Its wisdom to the setting sun P Is it not wise to sit apart Where no rude sound the silence mars, To count the beatings of the heart, To watch the wheeling of the stars? Shall then the riotous West prevail With her crude waste and heady joys P Shall Meditation's moonlight pale Be bartered for her idle toys ?
Ay : the pale moon would vail her crest But for the fount of all her light ; The star that beckons from the West Is no sad harbinger of night.
It tells of day: of One Whose birth
Shall the wide gates of heaven unfold : Peace be to thee, long-suffering earth, No more shall God His boon withhold.
Low in a manger see Him rest ; Kneel, wisdom, to a little child : Where meet the bounds of East and West In one fair presence reconciled. E. D. STONE.
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