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A Celtic Psaltery by Alfred Perceval Graves
page 71 of 205 (34%)
Above the buried Emperor;
It was no foolish women's prate
That held them thus in high debate.





THE KINGS WHO CAME TO CHRIST

(From the Early Irish)


Three Kings came to the Babe's abode,
With faces that like bright moons glowed,
From out the learned Eastern world,
Where o'er wide plains slow streams are curled.

The three sought out the lovely Child,
On whom, white-blossomed Bethel smiled,
Three, o'er all knowledge granted sway,
Three Seers of the Vision they.

The Promise of the Great All-wise
Was present to their prescient eyes,
A Vision beckoning from afar,
The Christ Child cradled on a star;

A lofty star of lucent ray,
It swam before them through the day,
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