POETRY.
THE WELL OF THE MAGI, A LEGEND OF REPHAIM.
"A lantern unto my feet."
Femur', of Herod's cruel eyes, And doubtful of old prophecies, In basting from Jerusalem To Bethlehem, The Wise Men, so the Arabs tell,
Halted beside a little well—
Their lodestar lost, the track grown dim— In Rephaim : When one, to give his camel drink, Stooping across the water's brink, Saw, mirrored in its darkened flow, The star's white glow.
It rose not to the starry height, But leading closely through 'the night Rested roof-high, a beacon mild, Over the Child.
Lord, in our souls the world and doubt Have put Thy star's high radiance outs Light us a lowlier lantern, meet For earth-worn feet.
Our years have taught us no sure way ; Our wise men's wisdom halts astray ;
Lead us, 0 Child, to find Thy star Where children are.
GEORGE En:net:realer:
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