VII

There came three wise men riding from the east;

One was a king and brought a gift of gold;

And one bore frankincense that fate foretold;

While myrrh was offered by a mitred priest.

Nor ever hath Love's brave adventure ceased

Since that fair night ashine with stars and cold,

When even angels paused their wings to fold —

Love to adore made one with man and beast.

Accept three gifts I to thee gladly bring;

Each hath its own divine significance:

Gold is the Body thou hast crowned a king;

My Spirit is the prophet's frankincense;

Myrrh is the Mind which strives to tell thee all

Love's mystic and melodious ritual!