Sonnet 7

Low in the orient under bright star-light
Lifting their learned heads are famous magi
Doth homage to their new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having journeyed over plain and hill,
Reason was a new star for a new age,
Yet mortal looks adore His beauty still,
Attending on their golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, came Balthazar,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, ‘fore duteous, now converted are
From here, they must return another way:
So they risk the heat of the desert noon:
Unlook’d upon least Herod finds God’s son.

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