THE KINGS OF THE EAST
The Kings of the East are riding Tonight to Bethlehem
The sunset glows dividing
The Kings of the East are riding
A star their journey guiding
Gleaming with gold and gem
the Kings of the East are riding Tonight to Bethlehem
To a strange sweet harp of Zion
The starry host troops forth
The golden glaived Orion
To a strange sweet harp of Zion;
The archer and the Lion
The watcher of the North
To a strange sweet harp of Zion
The starry host troops forth
There beams above a manger
The child face of a star
Amid the stars a stranger,
It beams above a manger
What means this ether-ranger
To pause where poor folk are?/There beams above a manger
The child face of a star. Katherine Lee Bates
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