Nativity

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb

Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment

There He hath made Himself to His intent

Weak enough, now into the world to come

But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?

Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient

Stars and wise men will travel to prevent

The effect of Herod's jealous general doom

Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith's eyes, how He

Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?

Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high

That would have need to be pitied by thee?

Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go

With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe