Merry Christmas

 Today in the church calendar we celebrate the baptism of Christ. This morning, Father said it's the last day we can wish anybody "Merry Christmas". 

On Christmas Day to My Heart

To Day:
Hark! Heaven sings!
Stretch, tune my Heart
(For hearts have strings
May bear their part.)
And though thy Lute were bruis'd i' th' fall,
Bruis'd hearts may reach an humble Partoral.

To Day
Shepheards rejoyce
And Angells do
No more thy voice
Can reach that too:
Bring then at least thy pipe along
And mingle Consort with the Angells song.

To Day
A shed that's thatch'd
(Yet straws can sing)
Holds God; God's match'd
With beasts; Beasts bring
Their song their way; For shame then raise
Thy notes; Lambs bleat and Oxen bellow Praise.

To Day
God honour'd Man
Not Angells: Yet
They sing; And can
Rais'd Man forget?
Praise is our debt to-day, nor shall
Angells (Man's not so poor) discharge it all.

To Day
Then screwe thee high
My Heart up to
The Angells key;
Sing Glory; Do;
What if thy stringes all crack and flye?
On such a Ground, Musick 'twill be to dy.

-  Clement Paman