Morning delivers her first-born sun, wrapped in swaddling cloud; shepherd-hills covered with fleeces spun of sugar before manger are bowed. Birds upon wings of angel-dew sing glories to all who will hear; those who are wise will do well to pursue as blessings of Christmas appear.

Morning delivers her first-born sun,
wrapped in swaddling cloud;
shepherd-hills covered with fleeces spun
of sugar before manger are bowed.
Birds upon wings of angel-dew
sing glories to all who will hear;
those who are wise will do well to pursue
as blessings of Christmas appear.
What are your thoughts?