In The Air

The invisible Spirit of the Star answers them:

Bend in your singing, gracious potencies, Bend low above your ivory bows and gold! That which ye know but dimly hath been wrought High in the luminous courts and azure ways: Bend in your praise; For though your subtle thought Sees but in part the source of mysteries, Yet are ye bidden in your songs, sing this:

"Gloria! gloria in excelsis Pax in terra nunc natast."

Angels continuing in song:

Shepherds and kings, with lambs and frankincense Go and atone for mankind's ignorance: Make ye soft savour from your ruddy myrrh. Lo, how God's son is turned God's almoner. Give ye this little Ere he give ye all.