Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,
\nNow leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment,
\nThere He hath made Himself to His intent
\nWeak enough, now into the world to come;
\nBut O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room?
\nYet lay Him in this stall, and from the Orient,
\nStars and wise men will travel to prevent
\nThe effect of Herod’s jealous general doom.
\nSeest thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eyes, how He
\nWhich fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
\nWas not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
\nThat would have need to be pitied by thee?
\nKiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
\nWith His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.<\/p>\n
–John Donne (1572-1631)
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Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb, Now leaves His well-belov’d imprisonment, There He hath made Himself to His intent Weak enough, now into the world to come; But O, for thee, for Him, hath the inn no room? Yet lay…<\/span><\/p>\n