The Flourish of Musick: then followed the Song. 1. Tell us, thou cleere and heavenly Tongue, Where is the Babe but lately sprung? Lies He the Lillie-banks among? 2. Or say, if this new Birth of ours Sleeps, laid within some Ark of Flowers, Spangled with deaw-light; thou canst cleere All doubts, and manifest the where. 3. Declare to us, bright Star, if we shall seek Him in the Mornings blushing cheek, Or search the beds of Spices through, To find him out? Star. No, this ye need not do; But only come, and see Him rest A Princely Babe in's Mothers Brest. Chor. He's seen, He's seen, why then a Round, Let's kisse the sweet and holy ground; And all rejoyce, that we have found A King, before conception crown'd. 4. Come then, come then, and let us bring Unto our prettie Twelfth-Tide King, Each one his severall offering; Chor. And when night comes, wee'l give Him wassailing: And that His treble Honours may be seen, Wee'l chuse Him King, and make His Mother Queen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE STARTING FROM PAUMANOK by WALT WHITMAN THE CHURCH OF BROU by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CRITIC by S. F. BATCHELDER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CARPENTER LAD by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |