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!