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Melchior.

We are three kings from farthest Ind,
Travelled these many weeks to find
The greatest King of all mankind.
 And since the Star hath shown

That this most precious Babe is He,
We worship Him on bended knee,
With silk and spice of Araby,
 And gold to build His throne.

I, Melchior am, old beyond man,
Ages ago my reign began;
Now to this Babe of scarce a span
 I kneel, and kiss His feet.

Dear King, Thou sweet and tender One,
Linen I bring Thee finely spun,
And cloth of gold for Mary's Son,
 To be His garb unmeet.

Caspar.

Widowed of love, I frozen-eyed,
Since the black grave had snatched my bride,
Watching one night pavilions wide
 Of stars in a dark field,

Saw one Star ruddier than a rose;
And by my palace casement close
Heard a great voice: The way it goes
 Follow: thy wounds are healed.

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