Classic Poem

— — Bright portals of the sky,
— — Embossed with sparkling stars,
— — Doors of eternity,
— — With diamantine bars,
— — Your arras rich uphold,
— — Loose all your bolts and springs,
— — Ope wide your leaves of gold,
That in your roofs may come the King of kings.

— — Scarfed in a rosy cloud,
— — He doth ascend the air;
— — Straight doth the moon him shroud
— — With her resplendent hair;
— — The next encrystalled light
— — Submits to him its beams,
— — And he doth trace the height
Of that fair lamp which flames of beauty streams.

— — He towers those golden bounds
— — He did to sun bequeath;
— — The higher wandering rounds
— — Are found his feet beneath;
— — The Milky Way comes near,
— — Heaven's axle seems to bend,
— — Above each turning sphere
That, robed in glory, heaven's King may ascend.

— — Now each ethereal gate
— — To him hath opened bin;
— — And glory's King in state
— — His palace enters in;
— — Now come is this high priest
— — In the most holy place,
— — Not without blood addressed,
With glory heaven, the earth to crown with grace.

— — Stars which all eyes were late,
— — And did with wonder burn,
— — His name to celebrate,
— — In flaming tongues them turn;
— — Their orby crystals move
— — More active than before,
— — And entheate from above,
Their sovereign Prince laud, glorify, adore.

— — The quires of happy souls,
— — Waked with that music sweet
— — Whose descant care controls,
— — Their Lord in triumph meet;
— — The spotless sprites of light
— — His trophies do extol,
— — And, arched in squadrons bright,
Greet their great Victor in his capitol.

— — O glory of the heaven!
— — O sole delight of earth!
— — To thee all power be given,
— — God's uncreated birth!
— — Of mankind lover true,
— — Indearer of his wrong,
— — Who dost the world renew,
Still be thou our salvation and our song!