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On the Infancy of our Saviour HAIL blessed Virgin, full of heavenly Grace, Blest above all that sprang from human race; Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One, A blessed Saviour, and a blessed Son: O! What a ravishment 't had been, to see Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee ! To see him nuzzle in thy Virgin-Breast: His milk-white body all unclad, undrest ! To see thy busie fingers cloathe and wrap His spreading limbs in thy indulgent Lap ! To see his desp'rate Eyes, with Childish grace Smiling upon his smiling Mother's face ! And when his forward strength began to bloom, To see him diddle up and down the Room ! O, who would think so sweet a Babe as this, Should e'er be slain by a false-hearted kisse ! Had I a Ragge, if sure thy Body wore it, Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it: Till then, O grant this Boon, (a boon or dearer) The Weed not being, I may adore the Wearer. |
Source:
The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse.
H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough, eds.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1934. 341.
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