A comet dangling in the aire, <br />Presag'd the ruine both of Death and Sin; <br />And told the wise-men of a King, <br />The King of Glory, and the Sun <br />Of Righteousness, Who then begun <br />To draw towards that blesed Hemisphere. <br />They from the furthest East this new <br />And unknown light pursue, <br />Till they appeare <br />In this blest Infant-King's propitious eye; <br />And pay their homage to His Royalty. <br />Persia might then the rising Sun adore, <br />It was idolatry no more: <br />Great God they gave to Thee, <br />Myrrhe, frankincense, and gold; <br />But Lord, with what shall we <br />Present our selves before Thy majesty, <br />Whom Thou redeem'st when we were sold? <br />W'have nothing but our selves, and scarce that neither, <br />Vile dirt and clay: <br />Yet it is soft, and may <br />Impression take: <br />Accept it, Lord, and say, this Thou had'st rather; <br />Stamp it, and on this sordid metal make <br />Thy holy image, and it shall out-shine <br />The beauty of the golden myne. <br />Amen.<br /><br />Jeremy Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-epiphany-and-the-three-wise-men-of-the-east-coming-to-worship-jesus/
