William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

Here you will find the Poem The Angels for the Nativity of Our Lord of poet William Drummond (of Hawthornden)

The Angels for the Nativity of Our Lord

'Run, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears, 
We bring the best of news, be not dismayed: 
A Saviour there is born, more old than years, 
Amidst Heaven's rolling heights 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 a 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 swam, 
A cope of stars re-echoed the same.