[Written for the Sentinel]


The wise men in the East beheld a star,And journeying onward felt new glory's scope,—A wisdom, and a mission, and a hope,Transcending heights whereon time's altars are;And coming down the years they kenned afar,As something seen far-off, a mountain-slope,A risen radiance, as when dawn doth ope,The vision of a fadeless avatar!

Here, where new faiths arise, where still the beamOf light ascending thwarts the mortal sphere,The meaning and the mystery appriseThe waking watcher that the day is here,That day whose far-off, transcendental gleamThe wise men saw what time the stars sang clear!

October 11, 1913

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