Gold and frankincense and myrrh, Lord, they brought to Thee; And myrrh was death, and incense prayer, And gold was victory. But first is last as last was first; The myrrh they gave Thee in Thy thirst Upon the tree. And through the solemn centuries The prayers of saints have risen From hearth and chancel, crypt and tomb, From pyre and from prison. Now never was the mystic power Of the gold fulfilled; Yet draweth on the mighty hour By the Father willed When every knee shall bow to Him Who on the cross was lift, And every tongue acclaim Him king; This is the golden gift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE OLD KING COLE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE THE LUNCH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE |