FROM Divine Fancies, 1632|
On the Infancy of our Saviour
HAIL blessed Virgin, full of heavenly Grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race;
Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One,
A blessed Saviour, and a blessed Son:
O! What a ravishment 't had been, to see
Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee !
To see him nuzzle in thy Virgin-Breast:
His milk-white body all unclad, undrest !
To see thy busie fingers cloathe and wrap
His spreading limbs in thy indulgent Lap !
To see his desp'rate Eyes, with Childish grace
Smiling upon his smiling Mother's face !
And when his forward strength began to bloom,
To see him diddle up and down the Room !
O, who would think so sweet a Babe as this,
Should e'er be slain by a false-hearted kisse !
Had I a Ragge, if sure thy Body wore it,
Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it:
Till then, O grant this Boon, (a boon or dearer)
The Weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.
The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse.
H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1934. 341.