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TRYSTE NOEL
By Louise Imogen Guiney
The Ox he openeth wide the doore,
And from the snow he calls her inne,
And he hath seen her smile therefore,
Our Ladye without sinne.
Now soon from Sleep
A Starre shall leap, And soon arrive both King and Hinde:
Amen, Amen:
But O the place co’d I but finde!
By Louise Imogen Guiney
The Ox he openeth wide the doore,
And from the snow he calls her inne,
And he hath seen her smile therefore,
Our Ladye without sinne.
Now soon from Sleep
A Starre shall leap, And soon arrive both King and Hinde:
Amen, Amen:
But O the place co’d I but finde!
The Ox hushed his voice and bent
Trewe eyes of pity ore the Mow,
And on his lovelie Neck, forspent,
The Blessed layes her browe.
Around her feet,
Full Warme and Sweete,
His bowerie Breath doth meeklie dwell:
Amen, Amen:
But sore am I with Vaine Travel!
The Ox is Host in Judah stakk
And Host of more than onlie one,
For close she gathereth withal
Our Lorde her little Sonne.
Glad Hynde and King
Their Gyfte may bring,
But wo’d to-night my Teares were there,
Amen, Amen:
Between her Bosom and His hayre!
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