(In honor of the Baptism of Our Lord on the Octave of Feast of Epiphany.)
By:
Alice Furlong
In a
stable bare,
Lo,
the great Ones are.
Strew
the Ivy and the Myrtle
Round
about the Virgin’s kirtle!
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
the radiance shinning 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,
Price
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 lightning and the thunders!
Mary’s
heart keeps all these wonders.
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