"Glad tidings and peace" are of heavenly birth;
Fulfil them, frail mortals, by kindness on earth!
Oh, still the wise counsel, "Bear yet, and forbear!"
We daily from wisdom sublunar may hear.
The blest precept, "Forgive, and then be forgiv'n!"
Is written alone in the records of heav'n.
The church door I enter'd.—The morning was young;
Delighted I heard a sweet Redbreast who sung:
The notes were seraphic, distinct, shrill, and clear,
Sweet Robin the choirist on high chandelier!