In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

“HIS STAR.”

Christmas Eve—and the mellow light

Of the Star in the East was aglow

O’er the Magi, hastening through the night,

In the desert, long ago.

Christmas Eve—and the gentle light

Of the Star in the East was aglow

O’er the lambs, asleep with their shepherds by night,

On the hillside, long ago.

Christmas Eve—and the golden light

Of the Star in the East was aglow

O’er a Baby’s brow, in the holy night,

In a manger, long ago.

Christmas Eve—and the blessèd light

Of the Star in the East is aglow,

As it shone of old, through the sweet, still night,

O’er Bethlehem, long ago.