“See how, from far, upon the eastern road
The star-led wizards haste, with odors sweet!
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet!
Have thou the honor, first thy Lord to greet,
And join thy voice unto the Angel choir
From out his secret altar, touched with hallowed fire.”
--Milton, On the Morning of Christ’s
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