CHRISTS Nativity.
AWake, glad heart! get up, and Sing,
It is the Birth-day of thy King,
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing Perfumes, doth spice the day.
Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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- Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
- Author
- Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by T.W. for H. Blunden ...,
- 1650.
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Awak, awak! heark, how th' wood rings,
Winds whisper, and the busie springs
A Consort make;
A wake, awake!
Man is their high-priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
3.
I would I were some Bird, or Star,
Flutt'ring in woods, or lifted far
Above this Inne
And Rode of sin!
Then either Star, or Bird, should be
Shining, or singing still to thee.
4.
I would I had in my best part
Fit Roomes for thee! or that my heart
Were so clean as
Thy manger was!
But I am all filth, and obscene,
Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.
5.
Sweet Jesu! will then; Let no more
This Leper haunt, and soyl thy door,
Cure him, Ease him
O release him!
And let once more by mystick birth
The Lord of life be borne in Earth.