[Written for the Sentinel]

"They presented unto him gifts"

One of the gifts the Wisemen brought to the little Lord Jesuswas 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-dayFor 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.

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