Star of My Heart

Star of my heart, I follow from afar.

Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,

Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.

Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead

And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.

O lead me to Jehovah's child

Across this dreamland lone and wild,

Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,

And kiss his little haloed head —

“My star and I, we love thee, little child.”

Except the Christ be born again to-night

In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,

The world will never see his kingdom bright.

Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro’ the night

Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,

Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin

To that far sky where mystic births begin,

Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.

Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,

And each shall find his brother fair,

Like a little child within:

All hearts of the earth shall find new birth

And wake, no more to sin.