24 DECEMBER 1904, Page 15
Each Christmas-morn To dwell with men, Though my hands hold
No precious things— Nor myrrh nor gold Of Eastern kings ; Though I've no part In gold or gem, Make Thou my heart Thy Bethlehem.
WILFRID WILSON GIBSON.
No precious things— Nor myrrh nor gold Of Eastern kings ; Though I've no part In gold or gem, Make Thou my heart Thy Bethlehem.
WILFRID WILSON GIBSON.