Classic Poem

Sure all Creation seems to join,
And speak the Season is Divine!
" The spangled Heavens — a shining frame —
" Their Great Original proclaim! "
The glitt'ring stars illume the earth,
Once honour'd with a Saviour'S Birth.
Resplendent, awful, and serene,
Majestic Order decks the scene;
And almost may the list'ning ear,
The tuneful harps of Seraphs hear! —
Oh, Harmony! thy note is Love!
And sure thy triumph was Above,
When from the azure Courts of Heav'n,
A Saviour to Mankind was given!