The Christchild to Mary
I am tired of the hay,
tired of my manger bed;
hold me in your arm instead,
there to stay.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
Hold me close against your breast,
against milk and honey's fount;
pillow me on that soft mount,
there to rest.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
Hold me tight within your heart,
and keep you my spirit warm;
and your spirit I will charm
with love's dart.
Set me as a seal upon your heart,
as a seal upon your arm.
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