In Heaven

Christ, the eternal Spirit in Heaven speaketh thus, over the child of Mary:

O star, move forth and write upon the skies, "This child is born in ways miraculous." * * * * * O windy spirits, that are born in Heaven, Go down and bid the powers of Earth and Air Protect his ways until the Time shall come. * * * * * O Mother, if the dark of things to be Wrap round thy heart with cloudy apprehensions, Eat of thy present corn, the aftermath Hath its appointed end in whirling light. Eat of thy present corn, thou so hast share In mightier portents than Augustus hath. * * * * * In every moment all to be is born, Thou art the moment and need'st fear no scorn.

Echo of the Angels singing "Exultasti":

Silence is born of many peaceful things, Thus is the starlight woven into strings Whereon the Powers of peace make sweet accord. Rejoice, O Earth, thy Lord Hath chosen Him his holy resting-place.

Lo, how the winged sign Flutters above that hallowed chrysalis.