Now the dusky wing of twilight Hovers o'er the weary day, And the ever deeping shadows Slowly steal across our way. Here amid the solemn stillness And the gathering shades of night Sweet it is, O loving Jesu, Thee to seek, our fadeless Light! Yonder lamp before the altar Tells us of Thy presence there, As the wondrous Star of Bethlehem Did Thy dwelling place declare. And we bow in adoration As the Magi knelt of old, Offering Thee our humble tributes With their incense, myrrh, and gold. Grant us like those Kings of the Orient, Ever onward to proceed, Through all dangers, pain, and labor, Wheresoe'er Thy Light may lead; Till our earthly journey ended, We at last may rest with them, Where no shadow veils Thy glory, In the heavenly Bethlehem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIRGINIA - THE WEST by WALT WHITMAN WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THEODORE AND HONORIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO LATE SNOW IN THE SMOKIES by ELIZABETH JONES BROWNING OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN IN 'CARTHON' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |