The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Epiphanie Oblation
Our Gold, rich King of Povertie,
Our Incense Infant Dietie,
Our Myrrh for thy Humanitie,
And Our poore Selves we bring to Thee.
Our Incense Infant Dietie,
Our Myrrh for thy Humanitie,
And Our poore Selves we bring to Thee.
In Us our East is hither come.
To meet thine Eyes, its fairer Home.
To meet thine Eyes, its fairer Home.
O let this Gold wait on thy Crowne:
This Incense let thine Altar owne;
And this Myrrh on thy Tomb be throwne:
And our East be thine Eyes Sweet Dawne.
This Incense let thine Altar owne;
And this Myrrh on thy Tomb be throwne:
And our East be thine Eyes Sweet Dawne.
So shall our other East & We
Adore no Sun, but onely Thee.
Adore no Sun, but onely Thee.
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