Religion
Brightest and Best of the Sons of the Morning
From The Poets and the Poetry of the Century, ed. Alfred H. Miles
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining.
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odours of Edom and offerings Divine?
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean.
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts would His favour secure;
Richer, by far, is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
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MLA
Heber, Reginald. “Brightest and Best of the Sons of the Morning.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/heber/0/.
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Heber, Reginald. “Brightest and Best of the Sons of the Morning.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/heber/0/.
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