Francis Quarles

Here you will find the Poem On the Infancy of Our Saviour of poet Francis Quarles

On the Infancy of Our Saviour

Hail blessed Virgin, full of heavenly Grace,
Blest above all that sprang from human race;
Whose Heav'n-saluted Womb brought forth in One,
A blessed Saviour, and a blessed Son:
O! What a ravishment 't had been, to see
Thy little Saviour perking on thy Knee!
To see him nuzzle in thy Virgin-Breast:
His milk-white body all unclad, undrest!
To see thy busie fingers cloathe and wrap
His spreading limbs in thy indulgent Lap!
To see his desp'rate Eyes, with Childish grace
Smiling upon his smiling Mother's face!
And when his forward strength began to bloom,
To see him diddle up and down the Room!
O, who would think so sweet a Babe as this,
Should e'er be slain by a false-hearted kisse!
Had I a Ragge, if sure thy Body wore it,
Pardon, sweet Babe, I think I should adore it:
Till then, O grant this Boon, (a boon or dearer)
The Weed not being, I may adore the Wearer.