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The Hymn of the Nativity sung by the Shepherds by Richard Grasha Read for LibriVox.org by Adel de Pignolet Chorus Come, we Shepherds who have seen Days King disposed by night's queen
Come, lift we up our lofty stone To wake the sun that sleeps too long He and this our general joy Slept and dreamed of no such thing While we found out the fair-eyed boy
And kissed the cradle of our King Tell him he rises now too late To show us out with looking at Tell him we now can show him more Than he hath showed to mortal sight
Than he himself ere saw before Which to be seen needs not in light Tell him Tidurus where thou hast been Tell him, Thyrus, what thou hast seen Tidurus
Gloomy night embraced the place Where the noble infant lay The babe looked up and showed his face In spite of darkness it was day It was thy day, sweet-ended rise
Not from the east but from thy eyes Thyrsus Winter chid the world and sent The angry north to wage its wars The north forgot his fierce intent
And left perfumes instead of scars By those sweet eyes persuasive powers Where he met frosty swaths of flowers Buk We saw thee in thy balmy nest
Bright dawn of our eternal day We saw thine eyes break from the east And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee and we blessed the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light
Tidurus I saw the curl drop soft and slow From hovering o'er the place's head Offering their whitest sheets of snow To furnish their fair infant's bed
For better said I, be not too bold Your fleet is white but just too cold Thyrsus I saw the vicious angels bring The down that their soft breast of stro
For while they now can spare their wings When heaven itself lies here below For you, too, are not afraid For you, said I, be not too rough Thy down though soft, not soft enough
Tidurus They ababe no sooner again to seek Where to he lay his lovely head But straight his eyes advise his cheek To his mother's breast to go to bed
Sweet choice, said I, no way but so Not to lie cold, yet sleep in snow Chorus Welcome to our wondering sight Eternity shut in span
Summer in winter, day in night Heaven in earth, and God in man Heaven in earth, and God in man Great little one whose glorious birth Blows earth to heaven, shoots heaven to earth
Welcome though not to gold nor silk To more than Caesar's birthright is To sister's seas of virgin's milk And many a rarely tempered kiss That breathes at once both maiden mother
Warms in the one, cools in the other She sings thy tears of sleep and dips Her kisses in the weeping eye She spreads the red leaves of thy lips That in their buds yet blushing lips
That in their buds yet blushing lips She against those mother diamonds tries The points of her young eagle's eyes Welcome though not to those gay flies Guilted as the beams of earthly kings
Slippery souls and smiling eyes But two poor shepherds, simple things That use no varnish, no oiled arts But live clean hands full of clear hearts Yet when young April's husband showers
Shall bless the fruitful Maya's bed Will bring the firstborn of her flowers To keep her in the heart And the world will be filled with joy And the world will be filled with joy
And the firstborn of her flowers To kiss thy feet and crown thy head To thee, each red lamb, whose love must keep The shepherds while they feed their sheep To seek majesty, soft king
Of simple graces and sweet loves Each of us, his lamb will bring Each his pair of silver doves At last, in fire of thy fair eyes Will burn our own best sacrifice
