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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Holy Nativity of our Lord</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CHORUS<br> Come we shepherds whose blest sight<br> Hath met love's noon in nature's night;<br> Come lift we up our loftier song<br> And wake the sun that lies too long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To all our world of well-stol'n joy<br> He slept, and dreamt of no such thing,<br> While we found out heav'n's fairer eye,<br> And kiss'd the cradle of our King.<br> Tell him he rises now too late<br> To show us aught worth looking at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tell him we now can show him more<br> Than he e'er show'd to mortal sight,<br> Than he himself e'er saw before,<br> Which to be seen needs not his light.<br> Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been;<br> Tell him, Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.<br>TITYRUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Gloomy night embrac'd the place<br> Where the Noble Infant lay;<br> The Babe look'd up and show'd his face,<br> In spite of darkness, it was day.<br> It was thy day, Sweet! and did rise<br> Not from the east, but from thine eyes.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It was thy day, Sweet! and did rise<br> Not from the east, but from thine eyes.<br>THYRSIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Winter chid aloud, and sent<br> The angry North to wage his wars;<br> The North forgot his fierce intent,<br> And left perfumes instead of scars.<br> By those sweet eyes' persuasive pow'rs,<br> Where he meant frost, he scatter'd flow'rs.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By those sweet eyes' persuasive pow'rs,<br> Where he meant frost, he scatter'd flow'rs.<br>BOTH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We saw thee in thy balmy nest,<br> Young dawn of our eternal day!<br> We saw thine eyes break from their east<br> And chase the trembling shades away.<br> We saw thee, and we bless'd the sight,<br> We saw thee by thine own sweet light.<br>TITYRUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Poor World, said I, what wilt thou do<br> To entertain this starry stranger?<br> Is this the best thou canst bestow,<br> A cold, and not too cleanly, manger?<br> Contend, ye powers of heav'n and earth,<br> To fit a bed for this huge birth.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Contend, ye powers of heav'n and earth,<br> To fit a bed for this huge birth.<br>THYRSIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Proud World, said I, cease your contest,<br> And let the Mighty Babe alone;<br> The ph{oe}nix builds the ph{oe}nix' nest,<br> Love's architecture is his own;<br> The Babe whose birth embraves this morn,<br> Made his own bed ere he was born.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The Babe whose birth embraves this morn,<br> Made his own bed ere he was born.<br>TITYRUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow,<br> Come hovering o'er the place's head,<br> Off'ring their whitest sheets of snow<br> To furnish the fair Infant's bed.<br> Forbear, said I, be not too bold;<br> Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Forbear, said I, be not too bold;<br> Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold.<br>THYRSIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I saw the obsequious Seraphims<br> Their rosy fleece of fire bestow;<br> For well they now can spare their wings,<br> Since Heav'n itself lies here below.<br> Well done, said I, but are you sure<br> Your down so warm will pass for pure?<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Well done, said I, but are you sure<br> Your down so warm will pass for pure?<br>TITYRUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No no, your King's not yet to seek<br> Where to repose his royal head;<br> See see, how soon his new-bloom'd cheek<br> 'Twixt's mother's breasts is gone to bed.<br> Sweet choice, said we! no way but so,<br> Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sweet choice, said we! no way but so,<br> Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow.<br>BOTH</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We saw thee in thy balmy nest,<br> Bright dawn of our eternal day!<br> We saw thine eyes break from their east,<br> And chase the trembling shades away.<br> We saw thee, and we bless'd the sight,<br> We saw thee, by thine own sweet light.<br>CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> We saw thee, and we bless'd the sight,<br> We saw thee, by thine own sweet light.<br>FULL CHORUS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Welcome, all wonders in one sight!<br> Eternity shut in a span;<br> Summer in winter; day in night;<br> Heaven in earth, and God in man.<br> Great little one, whose all-embracing birth<br> Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heav'n to earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Welcome; though nor to gold nor silk,<br> To more than C{ae}sar's birthright is;<br> Two sister seas of virgin-milk,<br> With many a rarely temper'd kiss,<br> That breathes at once both maid and mother,<br> Warms in the one, cools in the other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Welcome, though not to those gay flies<br> Gilded i' th' beams of earthly kings,<br> Slippery souls in smiling eyes;<br> But to poor shepherds, homespun things,<br> Whose wealth's their flock, whose wit, to be<br> Well read in their simplicity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet when young April's husband-show'rs<br> Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed,<br> We'll bring the first-born of her flow'rs<br> To kiss thy feet and crown thy head.<br> To thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep<br> The shepherds more than they the sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To thee, meek Majesty! soft King<br> Of simple graces and sweet loves,<br> Each of us his lamb will bring,<br> Each his pair of silver doves;<br> Till burnt at last in fire of thy fair eyes,<br> Ourselves become our own best sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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 Come we shepherds whose blest sight
 Hath met love's noon in nature's night;
 Come lift we up our loftier song
 And wake the sun that lies too long.

 To all our world of well-stol'n joy
 He slept, and dreamt of no such thing,
 While we fo..."></div>
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