That hallowed season
J. La Montaine
Some say that ever against that Season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no Spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no Planets strike,
No Fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.