For their future Chief, nor without the aid
Of Gods visible, as he
In his Paradise shall be.
In the womb now! and in their charge the Birth,
Sun’s, Moon’s, of the most precious Thing on Earth!
Not for ten full months must the Babe see light!
Keep watch and ward, Day’s Lord, Lady of Night!
Be Peace throughout! hold your breath,
Thunders above, fires beneath!
Born! you lie, Babe, lapped in the calm, warm air;