By Evangeline Booth

THE STAR
of every century’s sky
This day
proclaims the new-born King,
The gift
In which all others lie.
The gift of Love,
The Only Thing.

From self
and wrong of every kind,
I turn
my hungry heart, and sing a long
Farewell
to all; I find

O love, thou art
The Only Thing.

I dreamt
of fame and wealth
When young,
My life then in its
Glorious spring;
Its autumn all my heart’s strings wrung,
And taught me Love,
The Only Thing.

Talk not
to me of reasoning years, which
Honor, fame
and riches bring;
They also
bring their grief and tears,
O love, thou art
The Only Thing.

The Only Thing,
yet thing of care, for
Fondest hopes
must taste

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