What presence throned in majesty and might,
As they went musing, deep in hope and dread,
And under vast cope of the wheeling skies
Found but a naked child, a child new-born?
Wisdom resigned the crown of her enthroning;
All her impassioned question was forsworn:
In wonder she saw all things with new eyes.
Then, there were songs of joy; now, sound of a world groaning.
III. 3
Mystery of Dawn, ere yet the glory streams