THE STAR-SONG : A CAROL TO THE KING|
SUNG AT WHITEHALL.
The Flourish of Music ; then followed the Song.
||TELL us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,|
Where is the Babe but lately sprung ?
Lies he the lily-banks among ?
||Or say, if this new Birth of ours,|
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light ; thou canst clear
All doubts, and manifest the where.
||Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek|
Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
Or search the beds of spices through,
To find him out ?
|| Star. No, this ye need not do ;|
But only come and see Him rest
A Princely Babe in's mother's breast.
||He's seen, He's seen ! why then around|
Let's kiss the sweet and holy ground ;
And all rejoice that we have found
A King before conception crown'd.
||Come then, come then, and let us bring|
Unto our pretty Twelfth-tide King,
Each one his several offering ;
||And when night comes, we'll give Him wassailing ;|
And that His treble honours may be seen,
We'll choose Him King, and make His mother Queen.
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol II.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 207-208.
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