Star of Bethlehem. 91 STAR OF BETHLEHEM. When marshalled on the nightly plain Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Once on the raging seas I rode ; The storm was loud, the night was dark; It was the Star of Bethlehem! It was my guide, my light, my all; The Star, the Star of Bethlehem ! Henry Kirke White. NO ROOM. Foot-sore and weary, Mary tried Some rest to seek, but was denied. "There is no room," the blind ones cried. Meekly the Virgin turned away, There was no room for God that day. No room for her, round whose tired feet Angels are bowed in transport sweet The mother of their God to greet. No room for Him in whose small hand No room, O Babe Divine! for Thee That Christmas night; and even we Dare shut our hearts and turn the key. In vain Thy pleading baby cry No Room. No room for God! O Christ, that we 93 Fling wide the doors! Dear Christ, turn back! The ashes on my hearth lie black— How can I bid Thee enter here Of lukewarm love and craven fear? What bleaker shelter can there be Dear Lord, I shrink from Thy pure eye, Agnes Repplier. ON CHRISTMAS DAY. Assist me, Muse divine! to Sing the Morn For when th' important Æra first drew near |