The Quest of the Magi

(Matt. 2:1-11) With glowing light the dawn doth break O’er yonder hills; And in its wake Majestically the sun doth rise Casting its rays o’er land and skies. The city stirs from slumber deep Jerusalem rouses, wakes from sleep And soon the tread of busy feet Are hastening on, in every street. The cry of vendors everywhere Sound loud and shrill on the morning air. The busy marts are opened wide And shoppers throng on every side. The Roman soldiers tread their pace To keep their watch...