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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'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering Hearth<br />
With guiltlesse mirth;<br />
And giv'st me Wassaile Bowles to drink,<br />
Spic'd to the brink.<br />
Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping h<strong>and</strong>,<br />
That soiles my l<strong>and</strong>;<br />
And giv'st me, for my Bushell sowne,<br />
'Twice ten for one:<br />
Thou mak'st my teeming Hen to lay<br />
Her egg each day:<br />
Besides my healthfull Ewes to beare<br />
Me twins each yeare:<br />
<strong>The</strong> while the conduits <strong>of</strong> my Kine<br />
Run Creame, (for Wine.)<br />
All these, <strong>and</strong> better Thou dost send<br />
Me, to this end,<br />
That I should render, for my part,<br />
A thankfull heart;<br />
Which, fir'd with incense, I resigne,<br />
As wholly Thine;<br />
But the acceptance, that must be,<br />
My Christ, by <strong>The</strong>e.<br />
Note: A portion <strong>of</strong> this poem is cited in the text above.<br />
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<strong>Christmas</strong> Poetry By Robert Herrick