FROM out Cologne there came three kings To worship Jesus Christ, their King. To Him they sought fine herbs they brought, And many a beauteous golden thing; They brought their gifts to Bethlehem town, And in that manger set them down. Then spake the first king, and he said: "O Child, most heavenly, bright, and fair! I bring this crown to Bethlehem town, For Thee, and only Thee, to wear; So give a heavenly crown to me, When I shall come at last to Thee!" The second, then. "I bring Thee here This royal robe, O Child!" he cried; "Of silk 't is spun, and such an one There is not in the world beside; So in the day of doom requite Me with a heavenly robe of white!" The third king gave his gift, and quoth: "Spikenard and myrrh to Thee I bring, And with these twain would I most fain Anoint the body of my King; So may their incense sometimes rise To plead for me in yonder skies!" Thus spake the three kings of Cologne, That gave their gifts, and went their way; And now kneel I in prayer hard by The cradle of the Child to-day; Nor crown, nor robe, nor spice I bring As offering unto Christ, my King. Yet have I brought a gift the Child May not despise, however small; For here I lay my heart to-day And it is full of love to all. Take Thou the poor but loyal thing, My only tribute, Christ, my King! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION by GRANT ALLEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES |