A Christmas Carol Sung To The King In The Presence At Whitehall (Robert Herrick 1591-1674) Cho: What sweeter music can we bring, than a carol for to sing The birth of this our heavenly King ? Awake the voice! awake the string ! Heart, ear, and eye, and everything Awake! the while the active finger Runs division with the singer. Dark and dull night, fly hence away And give the honor to this day That sees December turned to May. If we may ask the reason, say The why and wherefore all things here Seem like the spring-time of the year. Why does the chilling winter's morn Smile like a field beset with corn ? Or smell like to a mead new shorn Thus, on the sudden ? Come and see The cause, why things thus fragrant be: 'Tis he is born, whose quickening birth Gives life and luster, public mirth, To heaven and the under-earth. We see him come, and know him ours, Wwho with his sunshine and his showers, Turns all the patient ground to flowers. The darling of the world is come, And fit it is we find a room To welcome him. The nobler part Of all the house here is the heart, Which we will give him; and bequeath This holly and this ivy wreath, To do him honour; who's our King And Lord of all this revelling. TO apr00
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