The Blessed Birth-day celebrated in some religious meditations on the Angels Anthem. Lvc. 2. 14. Also holy transportations, in contemplating some of the most obserueable adiuncts about our Saviours Nativity. Extracted for the most part out of the Sacred Scriptures, Ancient Fathers, Christian Poets. And some moderne Approved Authors. By Charles Fitz-Geffry. The second Edition with Additions |
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Transportat. XII. The Wise men bringing their presents.
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Transportat. XII. The Wise men bringing their presents.
Follow your guide you wise-men of the East,
(Though last invited to this heavenly feast)
The new-created Starre which shewes the way
Vnto this blessed Babe, and will not stay
Till he hath brought you where he doth abide
But shortly after out of sight will slide:
For when the Sunne with beames the world once graces,
The Stars ashamed are to shew their faces.
Think not that you are guld so farre to come
To seeke a King and finde so base a roome:
Thinke not the roome is base, where there is seene
A Starre without, a glorious Sunne within.
Here shall you finde that Child you farre haue sought,
Present to him the Presents you haue brought:
(Though last invited to this heavenly feast)
The new-created Starre which shewes the way
Vnto this blessed Babe, and will not stay
Till he hath brought you where he doth abide
But shortly after out of sight will slide:
For when the Sunne with beames the world once graces,
The Stars ashamed are to shew their faces.
Think not that you are guld so farre to come
To seeke a King and finde so base a roome:
Thinke not the roome is base, where there is seene
A Starre without, a glorious Sunne within.
Here shall you finde that Child you farre haue sought,
Present to him the Presents you haue brought:
Giue Gold to him as tribute to your King,
To him as God incense for service bring:
Bring Myrrhe t'embalme the man who once die
Least all mankinde doe dy eternallie.
To him as God incense for service bring:
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Least all mankinde doe dy eternallie.
Take Frankincence ô God, take Gold ô King,
Take Myrrhe ô Man from those who can them bring:
Poore I, nor Gold, nor Myrrhe, nor Frankincence,
Haue to present, such is mine indigence,
Yet will I with these noble Persians bring
Some present still, when I salute my King:
I'le giue my selfe. A gift too vile, too base
To be presented to so high a grace.
But thou who all thou tak'st doest better make,
Render me better then thou did'st me take.
My selfe a worme, no man, I giue to thee
Restore my selfe a man, a Saint to me.
Take Myrrhe ô Man from those who can them bring:
Poore I, nor Gold, nor Myrrhe, nor Frankincence,
Haue to present, such is mine indigence,
Yet will I with these noble Persians bring
Some present still, when I salute my King:
I'le giue my selfe. A gift too vile, too base
To be presented to so high a grace.
But thou who all thou tak'st doest better make,
Render me better then thou did'st me take.
My selfe a worme, no man, I giue to thee
Restore my selfe a man, a Saint to me.
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