Poem by John Donne

Nativity

Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His intent
Weak enough, now into the world to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient,
Stars and wise men will travel to prevent
The effect of Herod's jealous general doom.
Seest thou, my soul, with thy faith's eyes, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe. 

1. Holy Sonnet 15. Wilt thou love God as he thee? then digest
2. Holy Sonnet 9. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
3. Love's Diet
4. Holy Sonnet 8. If faithful souls be alike glorified
5. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?

John Trowbridge Nativity ("THISTLE and serpent we exterminate")

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