The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben | ||
Tell us, tell us, holy shepherds,
What at Bethlehem you saw.—
‘Very God of Very God
‘Asleep amid the straw.’
What at Bethlehem you saw.—
‘Very God of Very God
‘Asleep amid the straw.’
Tell us, tell us, all ye faithful,
What this morning came to pass
At the awful elevation
In the Canon of the Mass.—
‘Very God of Very God,
‘By whom the worlds were made,
‘In silence and in helplessness
‘Upon the altar laid.’
What this morning came to pass
At the awful elevation
In the Canon of the Mass.—
‘Very God of Very God,
‘By whom the worlds were made,
‘In silence and in helplessness
‘Upon the altar laid.’
Tell us, tell us, wondrous Jesu,
What has drawn Thee from above
To the manger and the altar.—
All the silence answers—Love.
What has drawn Thee from above
To the manger and the altar.—
All the silence answers—Love.
The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben | ||