Time’s Goal

Time's Goal We think of Bethlehem, its plains we see, And glorious star, the orb of Destiny ; See it illume the darkness of the night That lies 'twixt us and where the path is bright; And we can hear the heavenly lullaby, That seems to sweep adown the arch of sky ; Then many voices singing, "Peace on Earth," Announce to all the world the Christ Child's birth. Now we can understand the melody ; Not then peace to come, but in time to be; And now we know a night must surely come, A chasm crossed before the height is won — And all the world be troubled near and far, Until appears again the Morning Star. Time, speeding on, will near its goal be, when World epochs are in line, — Christ comes again. Lydia D. Alder