"I would like to say 'This book is written to the glory of God', but nowadays this would be the trick of a cheat, i.e., it would not be correctly understood."--Ludwig Wittgenstein
"OH JESUS OH WHAT THE FUCK OH WHAT IS THIS H.P. LOVECRAFT SHIT OH THERE IS NO GOD I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS—Popehat
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christ Child Lullaby
I am posting only itinterantly, at best. But this:
My love, my pride, my treasure, O
My wonder new and pleasure, O
My son, my beauty, ever You
Who am I to bear You here?
The cause of talk and tale am I
The cause of greatest fame am I
The cause of proudest care on high
To have for mine, the king of all
And though You are the king of all
They sent You to the manger stall
Where at Your feet they all shall fall
And glorify my child the king
There shone a star above three kings,
To guide them to the king of kings.
They held You in their humble arms
And knelt before You until dawn.
They gave You myrrh they gave You gold
Frankincense and gifts untold
They traveled far these gifts to bring,
And glorify their newborn king.
My love, my pride, my treasure, O
My wonder new and pleasure, O
My son, my beauty, ever You
Who am I to bear You here?
Put me quite favorably in mind of this. Or was it the other way around?
(The Judy Collins audio is readily available here, if you don't know the song.)
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