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Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do
To entertain this starry stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow
A cold and not too cleanly manger ? Contend, the powers of heaven and earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth.
Proud world, said I, cease your control,
And let the mighty babe alone,
Love's architecture is his own.
Welcome all wonders in one fight!
Eternity shut in a span ! Summer in winter, day in night!
Heaven in earth, and God in man! Great little one, whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to earth!
Welcome tho' not to those
gay Aies, Gilded ith' beams of earthly kings, Slippery souls in smiling eyes —
But to poor shepherds, homespun things, Whose wealth 's their Aocks, whose wit’s to be Well read in their fimplicity.
To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King,
Of simple graces and sweet loves !
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves!
THE ASCENSION DAY.
UR Lord and brother who put on
Such Aesh as this we wear, Before us up to heaven is gone,
Our places to prepare :
And He doth from above
For tokens of His love.
Each door and everlasting gate
To Him hath lifted been, And in a glorious wise thereat
Our King is enter'd in:
With love and leave we may,
And made an open way.
Then follow ; follow on apace
Our Captain to attend,
In that supreme and blessed place
Whereto He did ascend;
A thout so hearty make,
WHO FOLLOWS IN HIS TRAIN ?
HE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain ;
Who follows in His train ?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
He follows in His train !
That martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could look beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on him to save ;
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for those that did the wrong:
Who follows in his train ?
A noble band, the chosen few,
On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant souls, their hope they knew,
And mocked the torch of flame ;
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane, They bowed their necks the stroke to feel,
Who follows in their train ?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid, Around the throne of God rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascents of heaven,
Thro' peril, toil, and pain;
Heber. FOR ST. ANDREW'S DAY.
HILST Andrew, as a fisher, sought
From pinching want his life to free, Christ call’d him, that he might be taught A fisherman of men to be.
And no delay therein he made, Nor questioned his Lord's intent; But quite forsaking all he had, With Him that called gladly went.
Would God we were prepared so
Yea, would this fisherman of men,
But precepts and examples fail,