Lord when the wise men came from farr,

Led to thy Cradle by a Starr,

Then did the shepherds too rejoyce,

Instructed by буthy Angells voyce:

Blest were the wisemen in their skill,

And shepherds in their harmlesse will.

Wisemen in tracing Natures lawes

Ascend unto the highest cause,

Shepheards with humble fearfulnesse

Walke safely, though their light be lesse:

Though wisemen better know the way

It seems noe honest heart can stray.

Ther is noe merrit in the wise

But love, (the shepheard sacrifice).

Wisemen all wayes of knowledge past,

To th’shepheards wonder come at last:

To know, can only wonder breede,

And not to know, is wonders seede.

A wiseman at the Altar bowes

And offers up his studied vowes

And is received; may not the teares,

Which spring too from a shepheards feares,

And sighs upon his fraylty spent,

Though not distinct, be eloquent?

’Tis true, the object sanctifies

All passions which within us rise,

But since noe creature comprehends

The cause of causes, end of ends,

Hee who himselfe vouchsafes to know

Best pleases his creator soe.

When then our sorrowes wee applye

To our owne wantes and poverty,

When wee looke up in all distresse

And our owne misery confesse,

Sending both thankes and prayers above,

Then though wee doe not know, we love.