Like You

Like you, He came unknown and poor,
And closed to Him was every door.

His race, like yours, was held in scorn,
Like yours, was humble and forlorn.

Like you, He was of men despised!
(So deeply was the King disguised.)

The Roman rulers heeded not
The manger-cradle, — His rude cot.

But Wise Men watching in the East
Knew, the greatest is often least .

They followed His Star, brought priceless things,
Bowed low and worshipped the King of Kings!
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