Classic Poem

Breaks forth the beauteous morning, early glow,
Which brought the great news of the brilliant day;
Oh, clothe yourselves, ye hearts, in joy's array,
The Messenger of Life with reverence know;
Redemption's Mean is born to man below;
Thou Monarchy Divine, thy joy display;
Soon shall earth's company the call obey,
And thou from heaven behold our festive show.

At work so great stands Nature in suspense,
The infernal realm is all confused in fear,
Beholding her new-born without offence:
The general law eternal doth appear:
But, the law's Lord kept pure the innocence
Of his Maternal Sanctuary here.