
If it shone past the Milky Way,
Leave comfortable homes and follow it still,
Over the hills and away?
How many would open their doors tonight
For a weary and shabby pair?
Make room at hearths for a Stranger-Child,
Though the Infant be wondrous fair?
How many would would give of their goods tonight,
The best they possess and more,
For their faith in a star and an angel choir
And a King forevermore?
We censure the folk of a bygone time
For indifference to Mary's plight.
How many would do any better now?
Would you follow the star tonight?

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