Heaven I grant you, first and last!”
THE ANGELIC CHORUS
By D. J. Donahoe
At midnight from the zenith burst a light
More radiant and more beautiful than dawn,
And the meek shepherds on the shadowy lawn
Gazed upward in mute wonder on the sight;
The stars sank back in pallor, and the skies
Trembled responsive to rich harmonies.
And lo! an angel spake, “Be not afraid!