Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt,

Beauty Is Nature's Brag, And Must Be Shown In Courts, At Feasts, And High Solemnities, Where Most May Wonder At The Workmanship.

Innumerable As The Stars Of Night, Or Stars Of Morning, Dewdrops Which The Sun Impearls On Every Leaf And Every Flower.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.