His place of birth, a solemn angel tells
To simple shepherds, keeping watch by night:
They gladly thither haste, and by a choir
Of squadroned angels, hear His carol sung:
A Virgin is His Mother, but His Sire,
The Power of the Most High.
Milton.
Child of the earth! oh, lift thy glance
To yon bright firmament’s expanse;
The glories of its realm explore,