Alice Brown

(1856-1948 / United States)

Hora Christi

Sweet is the time for joyous folk
   Of gifts and minstrelsy;
Yet I, O lowly-hearted One,
   Crave but Thy company.
On lonesome road, beset with dread,
   My questing lies afar.
I have no light, save in the east
   The gleaming of Thy star.

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