by: Mary Elizabeth Blake
- HEN under Judah's midnight skies
- The Virgin mother clasped her child,
- And on the Magi's wondering eyes
- Above the hills the day-star smiled,
- They rose with glad and swift accord,
- With hearts to praise and gifts to grace,
- And came to seek their unknown Lord,
- To meet their Saviour face to face.
- We too have seen the day-star rise,
- When, with some message swift to bless,
- God's hand hath gemmed our darkened skies,
- And pierced their shroud of loneliness;
- When from its calm the soul has risen
- To unknown heights of hope and fear,
- And hears the trumpet call of heaven,
- "Arise, and search! for God is near."
- Grant, Lord, that when the message rings
- Across the trancèd silence round,
- We rise as rose the Eastern kings,
- And leave all else till Thou art found,
- Nor wait through fear, nor pause for pain,
- Though toil be long and rest be sweet,
- Till we too find our Christ again,
- And leave our gifts at Jesus' feet.
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|"Epiphany" is reprinted from Poems. Mary Elizabeth Blake. Boston: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1891.