by Edgar A. Guest
I wonder on that Christmas night
How many passers-by
Beheld that strange and lustrous light
In Bethlehem’s patch of sky?
We know how the shepherds chanced to be
Unto the stable sent,
But did that star some rich man see
And wonder what it meant?
I wonder is it still the same?
Are we beyond His reach?
Have we, pursuing wealth and fame,
Grown deaf to gentler speech?
Should such a strange thing come to be
And angel choirs appear
Would only watchful shepherds see
And thoughtful shepherds hear?
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