We bent, we worshiped, kissed the Babe so fair,
Then hastened back through all the perfumed air
To find our flocks by angel guards attended,
Better by them than by our skill defended.
Then each with gladness homeward sped away
To tell the tidings of this wondrous day.
The questions asked as round the father’s knee
The children pressed in eager ecstasy,
I will not try to tell. I cease
My story of the “Prince of Peace,”