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Three wise men

SONG OF THE WISE MEN

by Rachel A. Gold

The way is long and dreary,
And we've travelled, o, so far;
E'er though we're sore and weary,
We follow yonder star.
The voice of God was calling
Us, the Ancients three,
And so, though night is falling,
We go the Babe to see.
And though we know not whither
We will see His face,
The star will lead us thither,
To view that holy place.


We Three Kings

Poetry by Rachel A Gold


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