By Dan Muhlestein
False hue, Pernicious White Which, seeming To reveal the best, The bright, the spotless bride, The rest in Jesus--Believers' right-- The newborn babe upon whom light from Heaven's star Did fall when pressed the Magi first his lips upon the breast Of him whom nations would call Blessed , Doth really but conceal the scorn Of Universal Unconcern for man Or beast or ship at sea Or Christians' prayers Or pagan's plea. Dan Muhlestein
