Christ's 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.
Awake, awake! hark how th’ wood rings;
Winds whisper, and the busy springs
        A concert make;
        Awake! awake!
Man is their high—priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
I would I were some bird, or star,
Flutt’ring in woods, or lifted far
        Above this inn
        And road of sin!
Then either star or bird should be
Shining or singing still to thee.
I would I had in my best part
Fit rooms 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.
Sweet Jesu! will then. Let no more
This leper haunt and soil thy door!
        Cure him, ease him,
        O release him!
And let once more, by mystic birth,
The Lord of life be born in earth.
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