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.