One Starlit Hour
When Mary saw the shining star
That night outside the stable door,
A holy hush came softly down
About her on the hay-strewn floor
Gently she held her precious Son
As Angel voices filled the sky;
With one accord the little lambs
Knelt round to hear her lullaby.
She had no fear that starlit hour
To cause the sudden tears to start;
Instead, she dreamed her lovely dreams
And stored them safely in her heart.
There, in golden candlelight,
Robed in her simple cloak of blue,
She smiled with pride upon her Babe
As mothers with their first-born do.
William Arnette Wofford
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