FLING out, fling out your windows wide! I bring you joy this Christmas-tide: To-day is born in Bethlehem A son of royal David's stem: Then sing and rest you satisfied— @3In excelsis gloria!@1 'Where is the royal Babe arrayed?' Lo! He is in a manger laid; The Lord of life an ox's guest— But warm He lies on Mary's breast? Then sing and rest you undismayed. 'How may we find His manager-bed?' There shines a star above His head; And choirs of viewless Cherubin Shall guide you to that humble inn: Then sing and rest you comforted. 'And is it He that should be sent?' Three kings came from the Orient A-riding with the tokens three From Ind, Cathay, and Arabye: Then sing and rest you confident. 'What bringeth He, this new-born King?' Lo! all good gifts there are to bring. 'Tis He shall turn your tears to mirth, And send goodwill and peace on earth: Then kneel, and rest you worshipping— @3In excelsis gloria!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DIXIE by DANIEL DECATUR EMMETT FIRST OR LAST (SONG) by THOMAS HARDY THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS |