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Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas

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3. No places are<br />

(This I am sure)<br />

Secure<br />

In this our wasting Warre.<br />

4. Some storms w'ave past;<br />

Yet we must all<br />

Down fall,<br />

And perish at the last.<br />

His returne to London.<br />

From the dull confines <strong>of</strong> the drooping West,<br />

To see the day spring from the pregnant East,<br />

Ravisht in spirit, I come, nay more, I flie<br />

To thee, blest place <strong>of</strong> my Nativitie!<br />

Thus, thus with hallowed foot I touch the ground,<br />

With thous<strong>and</strong> blessings by thy Fortune crown'd.<br />

O fruitfull Genius! that bestowest here<br />

An everlasting plenty, yeere by yeere.<br />

O Place! O People! Manners! fram'd to please<br />

All Nations, Customes, Kindreds, Languages!<br />

I am a free-born Roman; suffer then,<br />

That I amongst you live a Citizen.<br />

London my home is: though by hard fate sent<br />

Into a long <strong>and</strong> irksome banishment;<br />

Yet since cal'd back; henceforward let me be,<br />

O native countrey, repossest by thee!<br />

For, rather then I'le to the West return,<br />

I'le beg <strong>of</strong> thee first here to have mine Urn.<br />

Weak I am grown, <strong>and</strong> must in short time fall;<br />

Give thou my sacred Reliques Buriall.<br />

Page 49 <strong>of</strong> 72<br />

<strong>Christmas</strong> Poetry By Robert Herrick

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