The Young Neologist at Bethlehem

Ye shepherds! angels now! who gladly heard
That midnight Word of God, in music given,
Which told of Christ's Nativity, and stirr'd
Your hearts with melodies from middle heaven;
Tend this poor creedless youth through David's town!
Be ever near him with a silent spell,
And lead him to the spot, where, floating down
Upon your watch, the choral blessing fell!
There charm away his false and flimsy lore,
And breathe into his soul your simple creed,
The child of angels' hymns and good men's heed,
The faith of Jesus Christ, nor less nor more —
So may he all his erring steps retrace,
And bless sweet Bethlehem for her day of grace.