in the Presence at White-Hall
by Robert Herrick
What sweeter musick can we bring,|
Then a Caroll, for to sing
The Birth of this our heavenly King?
Awake the Voice! Awake the String!
Heart, Eare, and Eye, and every thing
Awake! the while the active Finger
Runs division with the Singer.
|From the Flourish they came to the Song.|
Dark and dull night, flie hence away,|
And give the honour to this Day,
That sees December turn'd to May.
If we may ask the reason, say;|
The why, and wherefore all things here
Seem like the Spring-time of the yeere?
Why do's the chilling Winters morne|
Smile, like a field beset with corne?
Or smell, like to a Meade new-shorne,
Thus, on the sudden? 4. Come and see
The cause, why things thus fragrant be :
'Tis He is borne, whose quickning Birth
Gives life and luster, publike mirth,
To Heaven, and the under-Earth.
We see Him come, and know him ours,|
Who, with His Sun-shine, and His showers,
Turnes all the patient ground to flowers.
The Darling of the world is come,|
And fit it is, we finde a roome
To welcome Him. 2. The nobler part
Of all the house here, is the heart,
Which we will give Him ; and bequeath|
This Hollie, and this Ivie Wreath,
To do Him honour, who's our King,
And Lord of all this Revelling.
M. Henry Lawes.
Herrick, Robert. The Poems of Robert Herrick.
London: Oxford University Press, 1933, p.385-386.
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