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On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity

Here is a beautiful poem from the English poet John Milton, probably most well known for his poem, Paradise Lost.  Possibly one of the most brilliant poets, not only of the 1600s but of all time.  The form and flow of his poetry is beautiful.  This poem is no exception.  It shows the beauty of Christ’s birth in a eloquent art form.

 

“On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity”
John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now while the heaven, by the sun’s team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

See how from far upon the eastern road
The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet!
O run; prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first they Lord to greet
And join thy voice unto the angel quire,
From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.

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