Jingle, jangle, star and spangle,
Over the wilderness wide, Tall camels sway in the wilderness way With their spacious, spongy stride. And three grave kings with mystic things, In search of the King Who is King of kings, Three steadfast spectres ride. Stars are shining, silver lining Leaves of the palm trees grey - If God should call, forsaking all, Man must take the wilderness way; And these must ride, nor ever abide, On a road so long, through a world so wide, To a Babe on a bed of hay. ‘Dearie, Dearie’, blessed Mary Croons to her little Son. And the three grave kings with their mystic things Kneel low to Him, one by one; And glad they are, though they came from far, That they followed the light of the guiding Star That led to Mary’s Son. Father Andrew SDC, 1869-1946
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