Classic Poem

Hail graceful morning of eternal day,
The period of Judah's throned right,
And latest minute of the legal night,
Whom wakeful prophets spied far away,
Chasing the night from the world's eastern bay;
Within whose pudent lap and roseal plight,
Conceived was the Son of unborn light,
Whose light gave being to the world's array;
Unspotted morning whom no mist of sin,
Nor cloud of human mixture did obscure,
Strange morning that since day hath entered in,
Before and after doth alike endure.
And well it seems a day that never wasteth,
Should have a morning that for ever lasteth.