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Our American Holidays - Christmas/A Christmas Carol (Vere)

For works with similar titles, see Christmas Carol.


They leave the land of gems and gold,
   The shining portals of the East;
For Him, the woman's Seed foretold,
   They leave the revel and the feast.

To earth their sceptres they have cast,
   And crowns by kings ancestral worn;
They track the lonely Syrian waste;
   They kneel before the Babe new born.

O happy eyes that saw Him first;
   O happy lips that kissed His feet:
Earth slakes at last her ancient thirst;
   With Eden's joy her pulses beat.

True kings are those who thus forsake
   Their kingdoms for the Eternal King;
Serpent, her foot is on thy neck;
   Herod, thou writhest, but canst not sting.

He, He is King, and He alone
   Who lifts that infant hand to bless;
Who makes His mother's knee His throne,
   Yet rules the starry wilderness.