No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.

And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens take his pleasure.

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

Evil into the mind of god or man may come and go, so unapproved, and leave no spot or blame behind.

So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he.

Solitude is sometimes the best society.