THE 路VIATORIAN. VOL. XVL
DECEMBER, 1898.
I wonder is that star the one That shone o'er Bethlehem; That pointed out the lowly bed Where lay the " King of Men?" Is that the star that guided kings Unto a mightier Lord; Whose dais was a stable's floor, Whose couch , a manger hard. Before Whom kings and shepherds bowed, Nor differed in His sight; Around Whose brow there lay a crown Of glo wing , heavenly light? Were those the rays that lit the way Of angels to this earth , Who heralded in sweetest song That mighty Prince's birth?
Is this fair night like that which hung O'er silent Bethlehem, When to this wicked, lusty world There came the "King of Men?"
Two thousand dreary ye ars ago , When Rome was in her prime, The name of Christ was known to none In any realm or clime. To-day its far extending sway Is shown in every land; And every people bears the sign Of Christ, the Master's hand. The stars are shining just the same As in those days of yore . But ah! there is a mighty change'Tis better than before. The King who lived on Christmas morn Made life an easier task. He promised mercy to all men And gifts to them that ask. -PROCTOR
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HAN S L ,
'99.