Salt Lake Telegram | 1921-02-13 | Page 6 | The Shepherds' Field

The Shepherds' Field By CD WARD BLISS REED From Bethlehem the way runs steep Through Beit Sahour, 4 town asleep ; Ko lights within the houses keep A welcome for the night. By rocky path we reach the plain To lose our way. Through fragrant grain, Ripe barley fields, our goal we gain. (May stars were ne'er so bright.) The Arab boy who guides me there Sees but a field, tree, the bare Stone wall (What incense fills the air! Be still, my lad, be stilL) He does not hear the chorus swell With strange unearthly notes Noel! v lie deems it but s distant bell N That rings on Bethlehem hilL To him the enchanted melodies Are but the winds in olive trees. (Be still, my boy; fall on your knees. Look! Look! o'er Bethlehem's tower, A star that flames above them all ; See, on the town it seems to fall!) To him 'tis but the star they call - In Arab tongue "The Flower." "Peace and good will."' I surely hear , Voices long hushed now ainging clear; Tonight the dead aeem very near. "Peace and good will to men." Not yet forever must'.we waitt (Take up your lantern, boy; 'tis late; The star has set. Out through the gate To Bethlehem again.) Tale Review.