Classic Poem

Shall ever a star shine out to men
As the Bethlehem Star of old?
Shall ever the wise men turn again
With their frankincense and gold,
And follow the star to the radiant king
That had come to be stable born?
And, oh, shall ever the angels sing
As they did on that happy morn?

Shall ever men treasure another day
For all that it means to them?
Shall ever there be in the far away
Another such Bethlehem?
Shall ever the bells ring out at dawn
Such glorious joy for all
As they did when the Savior of men was born
On the straw of a stable stall?

The days have come from the womb of time,
Dawned, risen to noon and died,
And some have come when the bells would chime
And some when the world was tried;
But never through ages old and gray,
Since ever the world began,
Have mortals witnessed another day
That has meant so much to man.

Now He that once in a manger lay
Still lives in the hearts of men,
The world is keeping His Christmas day
As the wise men kept it then.
For ever the heavens shall ring with song
And ever the bells shall chime,
And this glorious day that has lived so long
Shall live to the end of time.