When I was in the primary class at Emmanuel Pentecostal Church in the 1950s, we little ones stood on the platform and repeated "Pieces" like this one: I know of a name a beautiful name/ that unto a babe was given The stars glittered bright t/hroughout that glad night And angels praised God in heaven. That was my introduction to poetry at Christmas, how was I to know the poetry had been going on for centuries? Read on, and see why!