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Robert Herrick - 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 pretty Baby, born here,
With sup`rabundant scorn here;
Who for thy princely port here,
Hadst for thy place
Of birth, a base
Out-stable for thy court here.

Instead of neat enclosures
Of interwoven osiers;
Instead of fragrant posies
Of daffadils and roses,
Thy cradle, kingly stranger,
As gospel tells,
Was nothing else,
But, here, a homely manger.

But we with silks, not cruels,
With sundry precious jewels,
And lily-work will dress thee;
And as we dispossess thee
Of clo}ts, we`ll make a chamber,
Sweet babe, for thee,
Of ivory,
And plaster`d round with amber.

The Jews, they did disdain thee;
But we will entertain thee
With glories to await here,
Upon thy princely state here,
And more for love than pity:
From year to year
We`ll make thee, here,
A free-born of our city.
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