Note 16 — Chapter II · CHRISTMAS POETRY (I)[8]{1}
Reading edition
“Sweep hearth and floor; Be all your vessel's store Shining and clean. Then bring the little guest And give Him of your best Of meat and drink. Yet more Ye owe than meat. One gift at your King's feet Lay now. I mean A heart full to the brim Of love, and all for Him, And from all envy clean.”
(Translation by Miss Anne Macdonell, in “Sons of Francis,” 372.)