The Three
Kings
by Unknown Author
Three kings came riding from far
away,
Melchior and Casper and
Balthazar.
Three wise men of the East were
they,
And they traveled by night, and
they slept by day,
For their guide was a beautiful,
wonderful star.
The star was so beautiful, large
and clear
That all the other stars of the
sky
Became a white mist in the
atmosphere.
And by this they knew that the
coming was near
Of the Prince foretold in
prophecy.
Three caskets they bore on their
saddle bows,
Three caskets of gold with golden
keys.
Their robes were of crimson, with
rows
of bells and pomegranates and
furbelows*
Their turbans like blossoming
almond trees.
And so the three kings rode into
the west,
through the dust of night over
hill and dell,
And sometimes they nodded with
beard on breast,
And sometimes they talked as they
paused to rest,
With the people they met at some
wayside well.
"Of the Child that is born," said
Balthazar,
"Good people, we pray you, tell us
the news.
For we, in the east, have seen his
star,
And have ridden fast and have
ridden far
To find and worshipthe king of the
Jews."
But the people answered: "You ask
in vain.
We know of no king but Herod the
Great."
They thought of the wise men as
men insane,
As they sped their camels across
the plain,
Like riders in haste who could not
wait.
And when they came to
Jerusalem,
Herod the Great, who had heard
this thing,
Sent for the wise men and
questioned them;
And said, "Go down unto
Bethlehem,
And then bring me tidings of this
new King."
So they rode away; and the star
stood still,
The only one in the gray of
morn.
Yes, it stopped--it stood still of
its own free will
Right over Bethlehem on the
hill,
The city of David where Christ was
born.
And the three kings rode through
the gate and the guard
Through the silent street, till
their camels turned
And slowed as they entered the
great inn-yard;
But the windows were locked, and
the doors were barred,
And only a light in the stable
burned.
And cradled there on the scented
hay,
In the air made sweet by the
breath of kine,
The little Child in the manger
lay,
The Child that would be king one
day
Of a kingdom, not human, but
divine.
His mother, Mary of
Nazareth,
Sat watching beside his place of
rest
Watching the even flow of his
breath,
For the joy of life and the terror
of death
Were mingled together in her
breast.
They laid their offering at his
feet;
Their gold was their tribute to a
king;
The frankincense, with its odor
sweet,
Was for the priest, the
paraclete**
The myrrh, for the body's
burying.
And the mother wondered, and bowed
her head,
And sat as still as a statue of
stone;
Her heart was troubled, yet
comfortedm
Remembering what the angel had
said
of an endless reign of David's
throne.
Then the kings rode out of the
city gate,
with a tramp of hoofs in proud
array,
But they went not back to Herod
the Great
For they knew his malice and
feared his hate,
So they returned to their homes by
another way.
*ruffles or other showy
ornamentation
**the comforter, advocate, one called to
help
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