Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come
But O! for thee, for Him, hath th’inn no room?
Yet lay Him in a stall, and from th’orient
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod's jealous general doom
See'st thou, my soul, with thy faith's eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high
That would have need to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe