Poem December 21, 1940 Issue

Nativity

LAURA BROWN CROWELL

How vibrant were the hills of Bethlehem
That Christmas morning when the angels sang
Of peace on earth; how roundly echoes rang
Until it seemed the mountains spoke with them!
How truly wise those sages who discerned
That gleaming star set in the eastern sky—
Who recognized the star of prophecy,
And homeward to the Christ their footsteps turned!

Though war and ruin seem to rule the earth,
Significant each holy Christmastide
Are wise men who have traveled from afar
To carol praises for a glad rebirth;
For they have seen what darkness cannot hide—
The penetrating radiance of a star!