--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - White, Henry Kirke collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 3 number: 8 published: 1900-06 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Henry Kirke White, "The Star of Bethlehem: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 3, no. 8 (June 1900): 587.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera38unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera38unse start_page: 587 end_page: 587 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1900-06) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera38unse publication_year: 1900 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1900, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # The Star of Bethlehem: A Poem THE LIFE AND LABORS OF SIDNEY RIGDON 587 President B. Young requested those who were for Sidney Rigdon to manifest it, and they numbered about ten. President Young "arose and delivered Sidney Rigdon over to the buffetings of Satan, in the name of the Lord. And all the people said, Amen." Several others were cut off, and a vote was taken to suspend or disfellowship all who voted to follow Sidney Rigdon, or advocate his doctrines. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. When marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Savior speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode, — The storm was loud the night was dark; — The ocean yawned and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease, And through the storm and danger's thrall, It lead me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, Forever and for evermore, The Star— the Star of Bethlehem. Henry Kirke White.