Rise, Brothers, rise, the star has shone
\n To light us to our King.
\nCome haste to fall before his throne
\n Your choicest treasures bring.<\/p>\n
This is the star that conquer\u2019d night
\n And shed a living ray:
\n\u2018Tis this that guided, by its light
\n The Gentiles into day.<\/p>\n
\u2018Tis this will show you where your King,
\n An infant lowly lies,
\nAlthough his praises Angels sing
\n Along the vaulted sky.<\/p>\n
Your hidden treasures then unfold,
\n Your dearest gifts impart,
\nHe asks no beams of burnish\u2019d gold,
\n He only asks your heart.<\/p>\n
\t\tThomas F. Mulledy, S.J.
\n circa 1820<\/p>\n
I came across this Christmas poem last summer while doing some research in the papers of Fr. Thomas Mulledy, S.J., first president of Holy Cross. He wrote the poem as a young Jesuit seminarian, before ordination, He enjoyed writing poetry, and his papers include many examples, This one stands the test of time for its charm and its message.<\/p>\n
A blessed and merry Christmas to you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Rise, Brothers, rise, the star has shone To light us to our King. Come haste to fall before his throne Your choicest treasures bring. This is the star that conquer\u2019d night And shed a living ray: \u2018Tis this that guided, by its light The Gentiles into day. \u2018Tis this will show you where your King, … <\/p>\n