Winding over the gloomy hills near them under the light of the great star, they could see a long procession of shepherds bearing crooks.

Awhile the horsemen looked and listened.

The host of the dead now seemed to cry unto the host of the living: "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace, good-will towards men." Slowly the song diminished.
"The everlasting gates are lifted up," said David, thoughtfully.

Then, thinking of the perils of the new king, he added: "I beseech you, say nothing of these things abroad." The song had ceased.

A cloud, with all its borders bright, now curtained the great star.