In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord God: A Hymn Sung As By Shepherds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Come we shepherds whose blest sightA
Hath met love's noon in nature's nightA
Come lift up our loftier songB
And wake the sun that lies too longB
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To all the world of well stol'n joyC
He slept and dreamt of no such thingD
While we found out Heaven's fairer eyeE
And kissed the cradle of our KingD
Tell him he rises now too lateF
To show us aught worth looking atG
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Tell him we now can show him moreH
Than he e'er showed to mortal sightA
Than he himself e'er saw beforeH
Which to be seen needs not his lightA
Tell him Tityrus where thou hast beenI
Tell him Tityrus what thou hast seenJ
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Gloomy night embraced the placeK
Where the noble Infant layL
The Babe looked up and showed His faceK
In spite of darkness it was dayL
It was Thy day Sweet and did riseM
Not from the East but from Thine eyesM
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It was Thy day Sweet and did riseM
Not from the East but from Thine eyesM
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Winter chid aloud and sentN
The angry North to wage his warsO
The North forgot his fierce intentN
And left perfumes instead of scarsP
By those sweet eyes' persuasive powersQ
Where he meant frost he scattered flowersQ
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By those sweet eyes' persuasive powersQ
Where he meant frost he scattered flowersQ
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We saw Thee in Thy balmy nestR
Young Dawn of our eternal dayL
We saw Thine eyes break from Their EastS
And chase the trembling shades awayL
We saw Thee and we blessed the sightA
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet lightA
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Poor world said I what wilt thou doT
To entertain this starry StrangerU
Is this the best thou canst bestowV
A cold and not too cleanly mangerU
Contend ye powers of heaven and earthW
To fit a bed for this huge birthW
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Contend ye powers of heaven and earthW
To fit a bed for this huge birthW
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Proud world said I cease your contestR
And let the mighty Babe aloneX
The phoenix builds the phoenix' nestR
Love's architecture is his ownX
The Babe whose birth embraves this mornY
Made His own bed ere He was bornY
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The Babe whose birth embraves this mornY
Made His own bed ere He was bornY
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I saw the curled drops soft and slowV
Come hovering o'er the place's headZ
Offering their whitest sheets of snowV
To furnish the fair Infant's bedZ
Forbear said I be not too boldA2
Your fleece is white but 'tis too coldA2
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Forbear said we be not too boldA2
Your fleece is white but 'tis too coldA2
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I saw the obsequious seraphimsQ
Their rosy fleece of fire bestowV
For well they now can spare their wingsQ
Since heaven itself lies here belowV
Well done said I but are you sureB2
Your down so warm will pass for pureB2
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Well done said we but are you sureB2
Your down so warm will pass for pureB2
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No no your King's not yet to seekC2
Where to repose His royal headZ
See see how soon His bloomed cheekC2
Twixt 's mother's breasts is gone to bedZ
Sweet choice said I no way but soV
Not to lie cold yet sleep in snowV
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Sweet choice said we no way but soV
Not to lie cold yet sleep in snowV
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We saw Thee in Thy balmy nestR
Young Dawn of our eternal dayL
We saw Thine eyes break from Their EastS
And chase the trembling shades awayL
We saw Thee and we blessed the sightA
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet lightA
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We saw Thee and we blessed the sightA
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet lightA
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Welcome all Wonders in one sightA
Eternity shut in a spanD2
Summer to winter day in nightA
Heaven in earth and God in manD2
Great little One Whose all embracing birthW
Lifts earth to heaven stoops heaven to earthW
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Welcome though nor to gold nor silkE2
To more than Caesar's birthright isQ
Twin sister seas of virgin milkE2
With many rarely tempered kissQ
That breathes at once both maid and motherU
Warms in the one cools in the otherU
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Welcome though not to those gay fliesQ
Gilded in the beams of earthly kingsQ
Slippery souls in smiling eyesQ
But to poor shepherds home spun thingsQ
Whose wealth's their flock whose wit to beF2
Well read in their simplicityF2
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Yet when April's husband showersQ
Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bedZ
We'll bring the first born of her flowersQ
To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy headZ
To Thee dread Lamb whose love must keepG2
The shepherds more than they their sheepG2
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To Thee meek Majesty soft KingD
Of simple graces and sweet lovesQ
Each of us his lamb will bringD
Each his pair of silver dovesQ
Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyesQ
Ourselves become our own best sacrificeQ

Richard Crashaw



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