'Run, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears, <br />We bring the best of news, be not dismayed: <br />A Saviour there is born, more old than years, <br />Amidst Heaven's rolling heights this earth who stayed; <br />In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid, <br />A weakling did him bear, who all upbears, <br />There is he poorly swaddled, in a manger laid <br />To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres: <br />Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth. <br />This is that night - no, day grown great with bliss, <br />In which the power of Satan broken is; <br />In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth! ' <br />Thus singing through the air the angels swam, <br />A cope of stars re-echoed the same.<br /><br />William Drummond (of Hawthornden)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-angels-for-the-nativity-of-our-lord/
