Star of My Heart

Star of my heart, I follow from afar.         Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are,         Where Time is not, and only dreamers are.         Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead         And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed.         O lead me to Jehovah's child         Across this dreamland lone and wild,         Then will I speak this prayer unsaid,         And kiss his little haloed head -         "My star and I, we love thee, little child."         Except the Christ be born again to-night         In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame,         The world will never see his kingdom bright.         Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro' the night         Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name,         Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin         To that far sky where mystic births begin,         Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win.         Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,         And each shall find his brother fair,         Like a little child within:         All hearts of the earth shall find new birth         And wake, no more to sin.