Excerpt from Ode: On the Birth of the Prince To clear the wilderness, religion's light the world to bless. Awake from sleep, Ye coursers of the deep Fly with the breeze Beyond the line of waving Pyrenees. To Calpe's rock and fair Valetta's bay Announce the joyful holiday. On, hasten on To vales of piny Lebanon; There shall ye say, A son to her is born, whose thunderstroke On Acre's walls sent wild dismay, And Egypt's empire shook. Twine, Syrian virgins, twine Your myrtle wreaths. Beneath the mantling vine Now shall ye sit at ease In sunny meads of Palestine. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.