Love Was King: A Poem

LOVE WAS KING- (For the Improvement Era.) The realms of the Infinite thrill with the story The angels are chanting to men; A King hath descended from regions of glory, To bring back the fallen again. Love, who may know thee, the precious, the priceless, Thou gift of the Gods from on high; Or knowing, could leave yon world and its brightness Come down to the earth but to die? The Father hath hid in his bosom the myst'ry, His Love to the world he hath given An unfolding there comes when he turneth the key, Unlocking the archives of heaven. Our earth and the planets the love-gifts are telling, God's promise, long made, is fulfiled; "Give glory to God in the highest." still swelling— The paean that never is stilled. In the far eastern sky still hovers the glow That came on that first Christmas morn; And pulses the world with that still wondrous story, That Love was King, when Christ was born. Lydia D. Alder. Salt Lake City, Utah.

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