A Christmas Carol. WHEN Christ was born of Mary free, Herdsmen beheld these Angels bright The King is come to save kindé (mankind), Then, Lord, for Thy great grace, MSS. in British Museum (1456). The Merle and the Nightingale. In May, as that Aurora did up spring, I heard a Merle with merry notës sing A song of love, with voice right comfortable, Against the orient beamis amiable, Upon a blissful branch of laurel green; This was her sentence, sweet and delectable, "A blessed life in Love's service been." Under this branch ran down a river bright, With notes glad, and glorious harmony, Saying, "Awake, ye lovers of this May; Ne'er sweeter noise was heard by living man, Out through the fresh and flourish'd lusty vale; For in thy song good sentence is there none, Of every love but upon God alone." Then said the merle, “Mine error I confess ; But love the love that did for his love die : Then sang they both with voices loud and clear: The merle sang, wrought." The nightingale sang, “Man, love the Lord most dear, That thee and all this world made of nought." The merle said, "Love Him that thy love has sought From heaven to earth, and here took flesh and bone." The nightingale sang, "And with His death thee bought: All love is lost but upon Him alone.” Then flew these birdis o'er the boughis sheen, Again for love, when love I can find none, DUNBAR. Df the Nativity of Christ. Now gladdeth every living creature, From every bale our boundis for to bless, Above the radiant heaven ethereal, The court of stars, the course of sun and moon, The potent Prince of Joy Imperial, The high surmounting Emperor abone, Is coming from His mighty Father's throne To earth, with an inestimable light, And praised of angels with a sweet intone; Whoever in earth heard so blythe a story, and glory The sovereign Senior of all celsitude, That sits above the ordered cherubin, Which all things made, and all things does include, That never end shall, never did begin, Without whom naught is, from whom no time does rin, With whom all good is, with whom is every wight, All welcome we the Prince of Paradise, DUNBAR. From a hymn on the Passion of Christ. O LORD of bliss, How manis mind is like the moon ; Is variable, Frail and unstable, At morning, night, and noon. Though he unkind, Have not in mind, What ye for him have done; Forsake not man so soon. He shall prepare Loving and kind, To serve but you alone. ANON. (Pub. 1515-1537?) A Christmas Carol. God rest you, noble gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power, When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, |