The Worship Of The Babe. 66 'Rejoice, our Saviour He was born On Christmas day in the morn ing." Old Carol. TO HIS SAVIOUR, A CHILD; A PRESENT, BY A CHILD. Go, pretty child, and bear this flower And tell Him by that bud now blown, When thou hast said so, stick it there And tell Him, for good handsel too, To charm His cries at time of need. But if thou had'st He should have one; Lastly, if thou can'st win a kiss To spoil the first impression. HONOR TO THE KING. Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord Friendly himself invite, And say, "I'll be your guest to-morrow night," How should we stir ourselves, call and com mand All hands to work: "Let no man idle stand. Set me fine Spanish tables in the hall, See they be fitted all; Let there be room to eat, And order taken that there want no meat. The cushions in the chairs, And all the candles lighted on the stairs? For 'tis a duteous thing To show all honor to an earthly king, |