Tell me some pitying angel
Tell quickly quickly say
Where does my souls sweet darling stay
In tigers or more cruel Herods way?
Ah rather let his little footsteps press
Unregarded through the wilderness
Where milder savages resort
The deserts safer than a tyrants court.
Why fairest object of my love
Why dost thou from my longing eyes remove?
Was it a waking dream that did fortell thy wondrous birth?
No vision from above?
Wheres Gabriel now that visited my cell?
I call Gabriel! Gabriel!
He comes not.
Flattring hopes farewell.
Me Judahs daughters once caressd
Calld me of mothers the most blessd.
Now fatal change of mothers most distressd.
How shall my soul its motions guide?
How shall I stem the various tide
Whilst faith and doubt my labring soul divide?
For whilst of thy dear sight beguild
I trust the God but oh! I fear the child.