Star of the Dawn

• Early dawn came, joyous and white,
  Her small feet dancing, feathery-light.
  With pencils and brushes and oils colored bright,
  She etched this way and that through the oncoming light,
  A faint shadow here, a blue shading there,
  Gay dawn with jewels all over her hair.
  She painted an aura one place in the sky,
  Where a star shone brightly to guide passers-by,
  She lingered happily in a good mood,
  Dreading to leave the star she had wooed,
  And on such a sweet, indescribable morn,
  While the star still shone on, our Savior was born.
  
  M.E.V.
  1934

Christmas Gift

• Before the glory of the stable
  Shone the Bethlehem star.
  Angels saw the sight and whispered,
  Wise men, too, saw from afar.
  
  They beheld the wonder Baby
  In the manager of hay.
  Prophets came and left sweet incense,
  His Mother Mary knelt to pray.
  
  God’s greatest gift to us was Jesus,
  The sweetest gift of all.
  How can we thank Him half enough
  For gift divine in an oxen’s stall?
  
  If at Christmas-tide we’re reverent,
  We’ll hear the angel’s chorus then,
  Come from heaven in sweetest anthem:
  “Pease on earth, good will toward men”
  
  MEV 1929