THIRD KING
And I am one likewise beguiled.
FIRST KING
To Him whose coming stars foretold,—
A babe divine in mortal mould,—
I bear this goodly gift of gold.
SECOND KING
To Him whose life shall ease the sting
Of mankind’s weary travailing,
This fragrant frankincense I bring.
THIRD KING
To Him whose loving words shall stir
To aspirations holier,
My offering is this precious myrrh.
ALL
Piercing the mists of time, we see
The cruel cross, the agony,
And, whelmed with pity, bend the knee.