Upon the dim Judean hills, The shepherds watched their flock by night, When on their unexpectant gaze Outshone that vision of delight, The fairest that did ever rise To awe and gladden earthy eyes. From no far realm those shepherds came, Treading the pilgrim's weary road; Not theirs the vigil and the fast Within the hermit's mean abode; 'Twas at their usual task they stood, When dawned that light of matchless good. Not only to the sage and seer Life's revelation comes in grace; Most often on the toiler true, Who, working steadfast in his place, Looks for the coming of God's will, The glorious vision shineth still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUINES OF TIME by EDMUND SPENSER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR by EDWIN ARNOLD HYMN IX by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG THE UP-HILL STREET by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDIE by ROBERT BURNS |