The star in the east is shinning again
For the eyes of the world to see
It stips once more o'er Bethlehem
Where the manager used to be.
It shines on the spot where the crowded inn
Had no room for the Mother with Child.
It shines on the fields where shepherds were
Minding their flocks so mild.
It shines on the road the wise men took
As they followeth its rays so bright
And knelt at the feet od the new born Chold
That brought to the world God's Light.
Oh, lift your eyes to the eastern star
That shines in the heaven tonight,
And feel the glory the wise men felt
And bathed in its wondrous light.
By Clara Moote
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