A Hymn of the Nativity Each of us his lamb will bring, Each his pair of silver doves, Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes, RICHARD CRASHAW 42. SATAN'S SIGHT OF THE NATIVITY HE [EAVEN'S golden-winged herald late he saw How long the bright youth bowed, and with what awe Immortal flowers to her fair hand present. He saw th' old Hebrew's womb neglect the law He saw rich nectar thaws release the rigour Of fair Engaddi's honey-sweating fountains Satan's Sight of the Nativity He saw how in that blest day-bearing night Their simple tribute to the Babe, whose birth He saw a threefold sun with rich increase A coming Deity. He saw the nest Of poisonous and unnatural loves, earth-nurst, He saw heaven blossom with a new-born light, By whom (as heaven's illustrious handmaid) raised Satan's Sight of the Nativity That the great angel-blinding light should shrink That the unmeasured God so low should sink That from His mother's breast He milk should drink That a vile manger His low bed should prove Who in a throne of stars thunders above : That He, whom the sun serves, should faintly peep That He who made the fire should fear the cold: That glory's self should serve our griefs and fears, And further, that the law's eternal Giver These are the knotty riddles, whose dark doubt RICHARD CRASHAW (from Sospetto d'Herode) 43. A HYMN FOR THE EPIPHANY [Sung as by the three kings.] Ist King. B RIGHT Babe! whose awful beauties make The morn incur a sweet mistake; 2nd King. For whom the officious heavens devise To disinherit the sun's rise; 3rd King. Delicately to displace The day, and plant it fairer in thy face; O Thou born King of loves! 2nd King. Of lights! 3rd King. Of joys! Chorus. Look up, sweet Babe, look up and see! For love of Thee, Thus far from home, The East is come To seek herself in Thy sweet eyes. Ist King. We who strangely went astray, Lost in a bright Meridian night; 2nd King. A darkness made of too much day; 3rd King. A Hymn for the Epiphany Beckoned from far, By thy fair star, Lo, at last have found our way. Chorus. To thee, thou Day of Night; thou East of West! Lo, we at last have found the way To thee, the world's great universal East, Ist King. All-circling point! all-centring sphere! The world's one, round, eternal year: 2nd King. Whose full and all-unwrinkled face, Nor sinks nor swells, with time or place; 3rd King. But everywhere and every while Is one consistent solid smile. Ist King. Not vexed and tost, 2nd King. "Twixt spring and frost; 3rd King. Nor by alternate shreds of light, Sordidly shifting hands with shades and night. O little All, in Thy embrace, The world lies warm and likes his place; Nor does his full globe fail to be Kissed on both his cheeks by Thee; |