Then shall the heavenly host with one accord
Veil their bright faces in obeisance meet,
While swift they haste the Glorious One to greet.
Then shall Orion own at last his Lord,
And from his belt unloose the blazing sword,
While pale proud Ashtaroth with footsteps fleet,
Her jewelled crown drops humbly at his feet,
And Lyra strikes her harp’s most rapturous chord.
O Earth, bid all your lonely isles rejoice!
Break into singing, all ye silent hills;
And ye, tumultuous seas, make quick reply!
Let the remotest desert find a voice!
The whole creation to its centre thrills,
For the new light of Heaven is in the sky!