"They presented unto him gifts"

MARY I. MESECHRE

One of the gifts the Wisemen brought to the little Lord Jesus
was gold;
Poured they out at his baby feet a treasure of wealth untold;
Naught recked he of the wealth they bore—nor yet doth he care to-day
For golden store, save grateful hearts their gifts on his alter lay.

Myrrh was another costly gift the Wisemen brought to the Lord,
Gathered in many a distant land, from many a cherished hoard;
Its entrance into that lowly place a wonderful fragrance shed—
But the little Lord Jesus noted not, nor lifted his baby head.

Frankincense was another gift the reverent Wisemen brought,
Gladly, gratefully, trustfully, acknowledging him they sought;
Closed to them were the baby's eyes, and stilled was the infant
voice,
Yet in the hush of that holy calm did their knowing hearts rejoice.