Francis Quarles (8 May 1592 – 8 September 1644 / Romford, Essex, England)
On the Infancy of Our Savior
Hail! blessed Virgin, full of heavenly grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race,
Whose heaven-saluted womb brought forth in one
A blessed Savior and a blessed Son.
O what a ravishment 't had been to see
Thy little Savior perking on thy knee!
To see Him nuzzle in thy virgin breast,
His milk-white body all unclad, undressed;
To see thy busy fingers clothe and wrap
His spraddling limbs in thy indulgent lap;
To see His desperate 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 ere be slain by a false-hearted kiss?
Had I a rag, if sure Thy body wore it,
Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it;
Till then, O grant this boon, a boon far dearer:
The weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.
Francis Quarles's Other Poems
- A Divine Rapture
- A Good Night
- An Ecstacy
- Delight In God Only
- Epigram - On Players And Ballad-Singers
- Hos ego versiculos
- My Beloved Is Mine and I Am His
- On Change Of Weather
- On the Infancy of Our Savior
- On The Life And Death Of Man
- On The World
- On the World
- Respice Finem
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