@3Immensitie cloysterd in thy deare wombe,@1 Now leaves his welbelov'd imprisonment, There he hath made himselfe to his intent Weake enough, now into our world to come; But Oh, for thee, for him, hath th'Inne no roome? Yet lay him in this stall, and from the Orient, Starres, and wisemen will travell to prevent Th'effect of @3Herods@1 jealous generall doome. Seest thou, my Soule, with thy faiths eyes, how he Which fils all place, yet none holds him, doth lye? Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pittied by thee? Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe, @3With his kinde mother, who partakes thy woe.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETH GELERT; OR, THE GRAVE OF THE GREYHOUND by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |