Joseph Beaumont (1616-99)

Jesus inter Ubera Mariae
[Jesus between Mary's Breasts]

   In the coolness of the day,
The old world even, God all undressed went down
   Without His robe, without His crown,
Into His private garden, there to lay
      On spicy bed
      His sweeter head.

   There He found two beds of spice,
A double mount of lilies in whose top
   Two milky fountains bubbled up.
He soon resolved: "And well I like!" He cries,
      "My table spread
      Upon my bed."

   Scarcely had He 'gun to feed
When troops of cherubs hovered round about,
   And on their golden wings they brought
All Eden's flowers. But we cried out: "No need
      Of flowers here!
      Sweet spirits, forbear."

   "True, He needs no sweets," say they;
"But sweets have need of Him, to keep them so;
   Now paradise springs new with you,
Old Eden's beauty all inclined this way;
      And we are come
      To bring them home.

   "Paradise spring new with you,
Where 'twixt those beds of lilies you may see
   Of life the everlasting Tree."
"Sweet is your reason," then said we: "come strew
      Your pious showers
      Of eastern flowers."

[CHORUS] Winds awake! and with soft gale
Awake the odors of our garden too;
   By which yourselves perfumed go
Through every quarter of your world, that all
      Your sound may hear
      And breathe your air.

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