I saw a Chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in, And many weeping stood without, Weeping, mourning, worshipping. And laid me down among the swine. Holy and meek, she cries. At his curse the sun went down, And the heavens gave a frown. And Misery's increase Is Mercy, Pity, Peace.
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet Babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. As thy softest limbs I feel, Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart does rest. In thy little heart asleep. When thy little heart does wake Then the dreadful lightnings break, From thy cheek and from thy eye, O'er the youthful harvests nigh. Infant wiles and infant smiles Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.