Christ's Nativity





HENRY VAUGHAN



Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!

It is the Birthday of thy King.

Awake! awake!

The sun doth shake

Light from his locks, and, all the way

Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.



Awake! awake! hark how th' wood rings,

Winds whisper, and the busy springs

A concert make!

Awake! awake!

Man is their high-priest, and should rise

To offer up the sacrifice.



I would I were some bird, or star,

Fluttering in woods, or lifted far

Above this inn,

And road of sin!

Then either star or bird should be

Shining or singing still to thee.



I would I had in my best part

Fit rooms for thee! or that my heart

Where so clean as

Thy manger was!

But I am all filth, and obscene;

Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.



Sweet Jesu! will then. Let no more

This leper haunt and soil thy door!

Cure him, ease him,

O release him!

And let once more, by mystic birth,

The Lord of life be born in earth.





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