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'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.
William Drummond (of Hawthornden)
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