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.