Ass and oxen mild
Breathe soft upon the Child!
Blow the scent of bygone summer
On your breath to the New-comer!
Be ye well content
To be straitly pent
Backwards in the rocky chamber
From the angel's wings of amber!
Rapt the seraphs sit,
With godly faces lit
In a radiance shining solely
From the Christ-child, meek and holy.
High they chant and clear
Of the lovely cheer
Ring down the new evangels
Of the mystic, midnight angels.
Faring with good will
From the misty hill,
Every shepherd sacrificeth
To the prophet that ariseth.
Joseph, Mary's spouse,
Prince of David's House,
Bendeth low in adorations
To the Ruler of the Nations.
Who doth sweetly rest
On his Mother's breast,
Lord of the lightnings and the thunders!
Mary's heart keeps all these wonders.
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