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Friday, December 26, 2014

Poem: "Christ's Nativity" by Henry Vaughan


Awake, glad heart! Get up, and sing!
It is the birthday of thy King.
         Awake, awake!
         The sun doth shake
Light from His locks, and all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
         Awake, awake! Hark how the wood rings,
         Winds whisper, and the busy springs
                  A consort make.
                  Awake, awake!
Man is their high priest and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
I would I were some bird or star,
Fluttering in woods or lifted far
         Above this inn
         And road to sin!
Then either star, or bird, should be

Shining, or singing, still to Thee.

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