POETRY: Nativity by John Donne

Nativity by John Donne

Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment,
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now, into our world to come.
But O!, for thee, for Him, hath th’inn no room?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th’Orient,
Stars and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod’s jealous general doom.
See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none hold 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.

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