Friday, December 27, 2013

Poem: "Rise, Brothers, Rise" b Thomas F. Mulledy, S.J. (1820)

Rise, Brothers, rise, the star has shone
   to light us to our King.
Come haste to fall before his throne
   your choicest treasures bring.

This is the star that conquer'd night
   and shed a living ray:
'Tis this that guided, by its light
   the Gentiles into day.

'Tis this will show you where your King,
   an infant lowly lies,
Although his praises Angels sing
   along the vaulted sky.


Your hidden treasures then unfold,
   your dearest gifts impart,
He asks no beams of burnish's gold,
   He only asks your heart.