@3A@1S Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing, "This night shall be the birthnight Of Christ our heavenly King. His birth bed shall be neither In house nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise But in the oxen's stall. He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in the wooden manger That lieth in the mold. He neither shall be washen With white wine nor with red, But with the fair spring water That on you shall be shed. He neither shall be clothed, In purple nor in pall, But in the fair white linen That usen babies all." As Joseph was a-walking, Thus did the angel sing, And Mary's Son at midnight, Was born to be our King. Then be you glad, good people; At this time of the year; And light you up your candles For His star it shineth clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 24 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS RUTGERS COLLEGE HYMN by LOUIS BEVIER JR. THE MILLENNNIUM (APOLOGIES AS USUAL) by BERTON BRALEY SPRING FANTASIES: 4. HORN AND VIOLIN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |