"Be with me, Lord, speed me on my way,
Who didst speed the way of Wisemen,
By a star -- the leading of a star."

"I could not pass lightly through the same gate,
Sleep where they slept, waked where they waked.
I the dreamer, they the dream."

"And if thy presence go not with me,
Let the stars come out the clouded heaven.
Blot out as a cloud, a cloud of night, our sins,
and bring us home. Bring us home."






Lancelot Andrewes (1555-1626) & William Wordsworth (1770-1850)