Three kings there were from Orient who came, Led by a star with strange, compelling flame, A Prince's sign; And shepherds, too, followed its beckoning light, Till in a manger, lo, ineffable sight, Godhood benign! That blessed the givers of the royal gold, But smiled upon the lambkin from the fold. We, too, may bring our frankincense and myrrh, And pay our tribute there, as though we were Of kingly birth; But 'tis not gifts like these that He doth prize So much as those which come in lowlier wise From the poor of earth, Who having naught of gold or treasure-trove Bring that of which they have the chiefest, @3love.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN OF BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES by JOHN ARMSTRONG AUSTERITY OF POETRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |