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This little Babe so few days old, New Heaven, New War (excerpt) This little Babe so few days old, Is come to rifle Satan’s fold; All hell doth at his presence quake, Though he himself for cold do shake; For in this weak, unarmed wise, The gates of hell he will surprise. With tears he fights and wins the field, His …<\/p>\n
\nIs come to rifle Satan’s fold;
\nAll hell doth at his presence quake,
\nThough he himself for cold do shake;
\nFor in this weak, unarmed wise,
\nThe gates of hell he will surprise.
\nWith tears he fights and wins the field,
\nHis naked breast stands for a shield;
\nHis battering shot are babish cries,
\nHis arrows made of weeping eyes,
\nHis martial ensigns cold and need,
\nAnd feeble flesh his warrior’s steed.
\nHis camp is pitched in a stall,
\nHis bulwark but a broken wall;
\nThe crib his trench, hay stalks his stakes,
\nOf shepherds he his muster makes;
\nAnd thus as sure his foe to wound,
\nThe Angels’ trumps alarum sound.
\nMy soul with Christ join thou in fight,
\nStick to the tents that he hath dight;
\nWithin his crib is surest ward,
\nThis little Babe will be thy guard;
\nIf thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,
\nThen flit not from the heavenly boy.
\nBy Robert Southwell<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"