Poems: Pastoral and Psalm

In the green silence of this sylvan shore How servile seems the city’s ceaseless roar! How vain the restless rivalry for pelf! How low the aim that centers all in self!

And hark! the herald angel! The radiant, rapturous throng! The ravishing evangel Floods all the hills with song: “To God in heaven, glory, Good will to men below;” Speed, speed...