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THE NATIVITY
Yea, we have followed patiently.
Thou gentle Babe, now take from me
Sendal and spice from oversea,
And frankincense and myrrh.

And I, too, kiss Thy tender feet,
Where the red blood doth pulse and beat,
Making a stain both dark and sweet,
As though a nail went there.

Balthazar.
I young, with all the world before,
Glory, and love, and power in store,
Kneeling most humbly, I adore
The Babe in swaddling clothes.

The Star to me sang clear how was,
Here in the manger and the grass,
A King whose greatness did surpass
All that a mortal knows.

Sweet little Child, the gold I bring
Is an unworthy offering.
But would that for my kingliest King
A palace I might build.

With hall, and tower, and shining stair
All of the gold and ivory fair,
And million windows in the air
That the late sunsets gild.

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