Three wise men passed Herod’s palace
searching for the newborn king
keeping their countenance and grace
before again leaving.
In Bethlehem I saw three camels coming in
on Christ’s birthday
with little bells on the bridles ringing,
following a star at night, they never went astray
and when they met Him, saw the baby boy
they offered myrrh, gold and incense
and bowed cheerful in great joy
glad to be in the prescience
of the eternal king
and wanted to receive His blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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