Horizon’s verge, high o’er them all appears,
Clearer than all beside, the shape of him
Who gave his name to Athens’ noblest age,
Whose life gave history her brightest page.
[EDITOR’S NOTE-BOOK.]
Hail the night, all hail the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
When amid the wakeful fold,
Tidings good the angel told.