VI - St Luke ii
- Thy starlit throne a manger bed
One star alone a heavenly thread:
Angelic praise soft cattle lowing
Their quiet ways the prophets bowing. - Eternal might an infant's sleep,
The darkest night nearest to deep,
Yahweh's disdain a baby crying
His mother's pain a saviour dying. - The crowded inn an empty cave
Adam's first sin a vanquished grave:
The weak whose cries hailed His descending
Shall with Him rise, world without ending.