A Hymn Of The Nativity, Sung By The Shepherds Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Chorus	A
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Come we shepherds who have seen	B
Day's king deposed by Night's queen	B
Come lift we up our lofty song	C
To wake the Sun that sleeps too long	C
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He in this our general joy	D
Slept and dreamt of no such thing	E
While we found out the fair ey'd boy	D
And kissed the cradle of our king	E
Tell him he rises now too late	F
To show us aught worth looking at	G
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Tell him we now can show him more	H
Than he e'er show'd to mortal sight	I
Than he himself e'er saw before	H
Which to be seen needs not his light	I
Tell him Tityrus where th' hast been	J
Tell him Thyrsis what th' hast seen	B
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Tityrus	A
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Gloomy night embrac'd the place	A
Where the noble infant lay	K
The babe looked up and show'd his face	A
In spite of darkness it was day	K
It was thy day Sweet and did rise	A
Not from the east but from thy eyes	A
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Thyrsis	A
	-
Winter chid the world and sent	L
The angry North to wage his wars	A
The North forgot his fierce intent	L
And left perfumes instead of scars	A
By those sweet eyes' persuasive powers	A
Where he meant frosts he scattered flowers	A
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Both	M
	-
We saw thee in thy balmy nest	N
Bright dawn of our eternal day	K
We saw thine eyes break from the east	O
And chase the trembling shades away	K
We saw thee and we blest the sight	I
We saw thee by thine own sweet light	I
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Tityrus	A
	-
I saw the curl'd drops soft and slow	P
Come hovering o'er the place's head	Q
Offring their whitest sheets of snow	P
To furnish the fair infant's bed	Q
Forbear said I be not too bold	R
Your fleect is white but 'tis too cold	R
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Thyrsis	A
	-
I saw th'officious angels bring	E
The down that their soft breasts did strow	P
For well they now can spare their wings	A
When Heaven itself lies here below	P
Fair youth said I be not too rough	S
Thy down though soft's not soft enough	S
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Tityrus	A
	-
The babe no sooner 'gan to seek	T
Where to lay his lovely head	Q
But straight his eyes advis'd his cheek	T
'Twixt mother's breasts to go to bed	Q
Sweet choice said I no way but so	A
Not to lie cold yet sleep in snow	A
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Chorus	A
	-
Welcome to our wond'ring sight	I
Eternity shut in a span	U
Summer in winter Day in night	I
Heaven in Earth and God in Man	U
Great little one whose glorious birth	V
Lifts Earth to Heaven stoops heaven to earth	V
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Welcome though not to gold nor silk	W
To more than C sar's birthright is	A
Two sister seas of virgin's milk	W
WIth many a rarely temper'd kiss	A
That breathes at once both maid and mother	X
Warms in the one cools in the other	X
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She sings thy tears asleep and dips	A
Her kisses in thy weeping eye	Y
She spreads the red leaves of thy lips	A
That in their buds yet blushing lie	Y
She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries	A
The points of her young eagle's eyes	A
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Welcome though not to those gay flies	A
Guilded i'th' beams of earthly kings	A
Slippery souls in smiling eyes	A
But to poor Shepherds simple things	A
That use no varnish no oil'd arts	A
But lift clean hands full of clear hearts	A
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Yet when young April's husband showers	A
Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed	Q
We'll bring the first born of her flowers	A
To kiss thy feet and crown thy head	Q
To thee dread lamb whose love must keep	Z
The shepherds while they feed their sheep	Z
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To seek Majesty soft king	E
Of simple graces and sweet loves	A
Each of us his lamb will bring	E
Each his pair of silver doves	A
At last in fire of thy fair eyes	A
We'll burn our own best sacrifice	A

Richard Crashaw

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