STARS,
Stay your bright amethyst cars,
Flee not away,
Wait till the day,
Come and adore.
Flowers,
Born in the morning’s first hours,
Stars of the earth,
Bloom for Christ’s birth,
Come and adore.
Birds,
Songs are far fresher than words,
Christ is your Sun,
Sing every one,
Come and adore.
Streams,
Whisper in tune with Christ’s dreams,
Throw your sweet spells
From crystal bells,
Come and adore.
Breeze,
Say to all lands and all seas,
“This merry morn,
Jesus is born,
Come and adore.”
Child,
Seeking the lost on the wild,
Though Thou dost sleep,
Smile on thy sheep
Come to adore.
XXXV
TO THE HOLY CHILD