Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death

It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise / Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.