An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour

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An Ode of the Birth of Our Saviour

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In Numbers, and but these few I sing Thy Birth, Oh Jesu! Thou prettie Babie, borne here With sup'rabundant scorn here: Who for Thy Princely Port here Hadst for Thy place Of Birth a base Outstable for thy Court here Instead of neat Inclosures Of interwoven Osiers; Instead of fragrant Posies Of Daffadils, and Roses; Thy cradle, Kingly Stranger As Gospell tells Was nothing els But, here, a homely manger But we with Silks, (not Crewels) With sundry precious Jewells And Lilly-work will dresse Thee; And as we dispossesse Thee Of clouts, wee'l make a chamber Sweet Babe, for Thee Of Ivorie And plaister'd round with Amber The Jews they did disdaine Thee But we will entertaine Thee With Glories to await here Upon Thy Princely State here And more for love, then pittie From yeere to yeere Wee'l make Thee, here A Freeborn of our Citie

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  • Kenneth Leighton
  • Robert Herrick