In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

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.