Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
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“<strong>Now</strong>, <strong>Now</strong> <strong>The</strong> <strong>Mirth</strong> <strong>Comes</strong>”<br />
To the reverend shade <strong>of</strong> his religious Father.<br />
That<br />
for seven Lusters I did never come<br />
To doe the Rites to thy Religious Tombe:<br />
That neither haire was cut, or true teares shed<br />
By me, o'r thee, (as justments to the dead)<br />
Forgive, forgive me; since I did not know<br />
Whether thy bones had here their Rest, or no.<br />
But now 'tis known, Behold; behold, I bring<br />
Unto thy Ghost, th'Effused Offering:<br />
And look, what Smallage, Night-shade, Cypresse, Yew,<br />
Unto the shades have been, or now are due,<br />
Here I devote; And something more then so;<br />
I come to pay a Debt <strong>of</strong> Birth I owe.<br />
Thou gav'st me life, (but Mortall;) For that one<br />
Favour, Ile make full satisfaction;<br />
For my life mortall, Rise from out thy Herse,<br />
And take a life immortall from my Verse.<br />
Note: This is a poem Herrick wrote to the father he never knew (his father died when he was<br />
an infant).<br />
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