Now Sing, My Lovelies
Darlings, sing, and open-throated, send
your voices, winged with high-flown praise, and raise, not merely roofs, but sky; fling high your hearts, and hail the coming King, His Kingdom come, here now among, now in each one and all; then hear the Infant call, His phoenix-hearted cry, “Come watch me live and die with me, and, oh, my lovelies, rise! |