Has Christ, the spiritual idea,
Of Life and Truth and Love,
Dawned on thy vision, weary one,
Thy day star from above?
Has Truth — the star of Bethlehem
Its clear light shed o'er thee;
To guide thee where the young child lay
In sweet humility?
Hast journeyed far from East or West,
To bring thy treasures rare,
And lay them at the feet of Love,
With consecrated prayer?
