Volume 9 — The Flight Into Egypt.

Greenwood tent, new splendors wear, Let thy festal tree-tops glisten; Stag, come here to look and listen; For the world's joy draweth near! Flowers, unclose your lids, that clearer Light your dew-wet eyes may mirror. Blossom! blossom! On her bosom Lo! the mother bears the Child! Glad-winged birds, from forest dim, Hither fly, where peace long-sought is; Sing melodious jubilates, With the blessèd cherubim. Morning airs, come quick! with tender Thrill breathe on the branches slender; Breathe and hover! Rough ways over Comes the mother with the Child! Stag, birds, trees, and breezes blest, Triumph in harmonious numbers— Fear not to disturb the slumbers Of the Babe upon her breast. Gently lull him with your voices, O'er whom all the world rejoices! Sing, adore him! Bend before him! Hail the mother with the Child!