W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
The Shadow of the StarGerard Moultrie (18291885)
See myrrh as though for burial brought;
The flash of royal gold is there,
But where is he for whom ’tis sought?
Behold him on the spotless virgin’s knee,
The Priest, the Man, the Monarch, lo! ’tis He.
Shines brightly on the humble shed
Where wise Chaldeans, led from far,
Bend low before the Infant head;
The priestly arms spread forth to bless e’en now
Steadfast to win the crown, by death, the brow.
And ponder it within thy heart,
Through thine own soul shall pierce the sword
Ere God full knowledge shall impart;
Then shalt thou see with re-awakened eye
The signs, worked out, of the Epiphany.
Thy Son in royal guise shall stand
With purple robe, and crown of thorn,
And sceptred reed in His right hand.
When these things come to pass, look up! behold
The first great sign worked out,—the gift of gold.
In intercession wide are spread,
And to that blessing from their rest
Hades sends forth the sainted dead,
The second gift behold—see heavenward rise
Atoning incense of the sacrifice.
O’er both the Godhead spreads its span:
Bring myrrh and spices; vigil keep
Over the archetypal man:
With eyes of awful love and bated breath,
Lady! behold the myrrh,—the type of death.
The presbyters around the throne
Cast down their crowns of golden light,
Their Maker and their Lord to own;
“For he is worthy of all praise,” they sing,
“Of heaven and earth, Creator, Lord and King.”
Which this man, pure from human stain,
Yet man in all things, offers now,
Himself for sin the victim slain.
At last the threefold gifts in one concur,
Here blend the gold, the frankincense, the myrrh.