THE ANGELS. RUN, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears. We bring the best of news; be not dismayed: A Saviour there is born more old than years, Amidst heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed. In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid A weakling did him bear, who all upbears; There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres: Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth. This is that night-no, day, grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is: In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth! Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm, And cope of stars re-echoed the same. V. HEROIC. PATRIOTIC.-HISTORIC.— - HISTORIC. — POLITICAL. "Pallas.-See yonder souls set far within the shade, Who in Elysian bowers the blessed seats do keep, BEN JONSON: Golden Age Restored. |