[Written for the Sentinel]

The Star

The star that shone so long agoO'er Bethlehem afar,That cheered the shepherds' wakeful eyes,And brought such wonder to the wise—Still shines that ancient star.And though the mists of earth enfold,The seeking gaze may yet beholdIts radiance and its glow.

It is the hope that comes to cheerWhere pain and sickness dwell,That promises since God is good,If we but know His fatherhoodHis children must be well.It is the joy that soars and singsAbove the world's unhappy thingsUntil they disappear.

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