Page:Medivalhymnsand00nealgoog.djvu/162

 Tale that wondering search entices! But believe,—and that suffices; It is not for man's devices Here to pry with gaze unmeet: High the sign, its place assuming In the bush, the unconsuming: Mortal, veil thine eyes presuming, Loose thy shoes from off thy feet!

As the rod, by wondrous power, Moistened not by dew or shower, Bare the almond and the flower, Thus He came, the Virgin's Fruit: Hail the fruit, O world, with gladness! Fruit of joy and not of sadness: Adam had not lapsed to madness Had he tasted of its shoot.

, kind above all other, Gentle Child of gentle Mother, In the stable born our Brother, Whom the angelic hosts adore: He, once cradled in a manger, Heal our sin and calm our danger; For our life, to this world stranger, Is in peril evermore. Amen.