Not exactly or only the nativity–the Incarnation, the boldness of it.
Glorious the sun in mid career;Glorious th' assembled fires appear;Glorious the comet's train:Glorious the trumpet and alarm;Glorious th' almighty stretch'd-out arm;Glorious th' enraptur'd main:Glorious the northern lights a-stream;Glorious the song, when God's the theme;Glorious the thunder's roar:Glorious hosanna from the den;Glorious the catholic amen;Glorious the martyr's gore:Glorious—more glorious is the crownOf Him that brought salvation downBy meekness, call'd thy Son;Thou that stupendous truth believ'd,And now the matchless deed's achiev'd,Determin'd, dar'd, and done.
I love that last line; I take "determin'd" to mean "planned" and "intended." This is only a part of a longer poem called "A Song to David." I copied these stanzas from the Poetry Foundation, and you can read a longer excerpt there.
If you're fond of cats or have been around people who are, you may have encountered what's probably Smart's most well-known work, a sort of rhapsody on his cat Jeoffry, also a part of a longer work. If you don't like cats, the poem may prompt you to wonder if you might be missing something. It was posted at Poems Ancient and Modern a while back: you can read it there, along with some more information about Smart.
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