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Nothing is true below the moon;

Only the stars are wise.

That's why we blink at things of earth,

Searching the steadfast skies.

Once we'd observed the rising star,

Each from his proper land,

Three of us took a mount and food,

Met as if all were planned.

On went the star, and we went on

Following where it led.

Give no belief to those who say

Truth will elude the head.

We had no sense where God's Son lay;

All we pursued was truth.

When we were there, we found our goal

Lodged in a kind of booth.

Down we dismounted, knelt and gave

Frankincense, gold and myrrh.

Herod demanded we report,

But we did not concur.

We then returned to our homelands,

Better for having gone,

All of us changed by truth we'd seen:

Light of the coming dawn.