BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the past, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on his cradle the dew-drobs are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts could his favor secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the song of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid: Star of the past, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLIRT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE INTEGRITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BOOK OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: LIBERTY, EQUALITY ... by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING |