The Nativity
Translation of A Passage In Ottfried's Metrical
Paraphrase of The Gospel.
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
She gave with joy her virgin breast:
She hid it not, she bared the breast
Which suckled that divinest Babe!
Blessed, blessed, were the breasts
Which the Savior infant kissed;
Who wrapped his limbs in swaddling clothes,
Singing, placed Him on her lap,
Hung o'er Him with her looks of love,
And soothed Him with a lulling motion.
Blessed, for she sheltered Him
From the damp and chilling air,
Blessed, blessed evermore,
With her virgin lips she kissed,
With her arms and to her breast
She embraced the Babe divine,
Her Babe divine, the Virgin-Mother!
There lives not on this ring of earth
A mortal that can sing her praise.
Mighty Mother, Virgin pure,
In the darkness and the night,
For us she bore the heavenly Lord.
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