{"collection":"time","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/time/50x/50x42.htm","path":"time/50x/50x42.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/time/50x/50x42.htm","text":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children, by Florence B. Hyett, [1923]\nTHAT sweeter music can we bring\n Than a carol, for to sing\n The birth of this our heavenly King?\n Awake the voice; awake the string!\n Heart, ear, and eye, and everything!\nWhy does the chilling winter's morn\n Smile, like a field beset with corn?\n Or smell, like to a mead new-shorn,\n Thus, on the sudden?\nCome and see\n The cause, why things thus fragrant be.\n 'Tis He is born, whose quickening birth\n Gives light and lustre, public mirth,\n To heaven, and the under-earth.\nThe darling of the world is come,\n And fit it is we find a room\n To welcome Him. The nobler part\n Of all the house here, is the heart,\n Which we will give Him; and bequeath\n This holly, and this ivy wreath,\n To do Him honour; who's our King,\n And Lord of all this revelling.\n--ROBERT HERRICK","title":"Fifty Christmas Poems for Children: A Christmas Carol","type":"page"}