Classic Poem

Wise with the wisdom of a thousand years,
With eyes grown dim with gazing on the sky
Which searched and asked, and finding no reply
Grew dim with watching, dimmer yet with tears;
He saw how One among the starry peers
Moved from his place, and beckoned silently
With fiery finger, beckoned from on high
Great with the fateful secret of the spheres,
And led, which way? O happy eyes that see!
O happy feet that follow! O divine
High flaming hope! O rapture strange and wild!
O hour decreed from all eternity!
Which way? To where among the sheep and kine
A Mother watched beside her sleeping Child.