Look up, sweet babe, look up and see;
For love of thee,
Though far from home,
The East is come
To seek herself in Thy sweet eyes.
To Thee, thou day of nights, thou East of West,
Lo we at last have found the way:
To thee, the world's great universal East,
The general and indifferent day.
Words Richard Crashaw
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