Hello, this one is coming a day late. The original idea was to write a poem for today, but I wrote a couple of short ones and didn't like any of them, so instead here is a poem written by Henry Vaughan entitled "Christ's Nativity."
Awake, glad heart!
get up and sing!
It is the birth-day
of thy King.
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks,
and all the way
Breathing perfumes,
doth spice the day.
Awake, awake! hark
how th' wood rings;
Winds whisper, and
the busy springs
A concert make;
Awake! awake!
Man is their
high-priest, and should rise
To offer up the
sacrifice.
I would I were some
bird, or star,
Flutt'ring in woods,
or lifted far
Above this inn
And road of sin!
Then either star or
bird should be
Shining or singing
still to thee.
I would I had in my
best part
Fit rooms for thee!
or that my heart
Were so clean as
Thy manger was!
But I am all filth,
and obscene;
Yet, if thou wilt,
thou canst make clean.
Sweet Jesu! will
then. Let no more
This leper haunt and
soil thy door!
Cure him, ease him,
O release him!
And let once more, by
mystic birth,
The Lord of life be
born in earth..
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