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Immensity, cloister'd in thy dear womb, / Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment. / There he hath made himself to his intent / Weak enough, now into our world to come. / But O! for thee, for Him, hath th' inn no room? / Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th' orient, / Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent / The effects of Herod's jealous general doom. / See'st thou, my soul, with thy faith's eye, how He / Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie? / Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high, / That would have need to be pitied by thee? / Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go, / With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.