Classic Poem

Do you not see the Christmas star,
— The star that walks on high?
Or is the firmament, for you,
— But dark and empty sky?

Do you not hear the angels sing,
— In lucent glory shod?
Who loves a lie can hear them not,
— Nor see the Word of God.

How can the rapture that we know
— Your sluggard hearts enthrall,
Who mark but fodder in the crib,
— But oxen in the stall?

All through the midnight watch the star
— Still paces out the sky.
Do you not see the Christmas star
— That we are guided by?

Do you not see the Christmas star,
The star that walks on high?
Or is the firmament, for you,
But dark and empty sky?

Do you not hear the angels sing,
In lucent glory shod?
Who loves a lie can hear them not,
Nor see the Word of God.

How can the rapture that we know
Your sluggard hearts enthrall,
Who mark but fodder in the crib,
But oxen in the stall?

All through the midnight watch the star
Still paces out the sky.
Do you not see the Christmas star
That we are guided by?