Come wee shepherds whose blest sight,
hath met loves noon in natures night,
Come lift wee our loftier song,
and wake ye sun yt lies too long.
to all our world of well stolen joy,
Hee slept and dream’t of noe such thing
while wee found out Heaven’s fairer eye
and Kist ye Cradle of our King;
tell him hee Rises now too late
to shew us ought worth looking at
gloomye night Embract ye place
where ye noble Infant lay
ye babe look’t up and shewd his face
In spight of dark It was day
it was thy day sweet, and did rise
not from ye East but from thine Eies
Winter chid aloud and sent
ye angry north to wage his wars
ye north forgot his fierce Intent
and left perfumes Instead of skarrs
By those sweet Eies perswasive pow’rs,
wher hee meant frost, hee scatterd flowrs
Cho:
Wee saw thee, wee saw thee in thy Balmy nest
Bright dawn of our Eternall day;
Wee saw thine Eies Break from ye East
and chase ye trembling shades away
Wee saw thee and wee Blest ye sight
Wee saw thee by thine owne faire light.
poore world sayd I what wilt thou doe,
to Entertaine [ye] starrie stranger,
is this ye best thou canst bestow
a cold and not too cleanly manger,
Contend ye pow’rs of Heaven and Earth,
to fit a bed for this huge birth
I saw ye curld drops soft and slow,
Come hovering o’re ye places head
offering their whitest sheets of snow,
to furnish ye faire Infants Bed;
forbear, sayd I Bee not to bold,
your fleece is white but tis too cold
Cho:
Wee saw thee in thy balmy nest
Bright dawn of our Eternall day;
wee saw thine Eies Break from ye East
and chace ye trembling shades away
wee saw thee and wee Blest ye sight
wee saw thee by thine owne faire light.
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