Excerpt from “The Blessed Birth-Day Celebrated in Some Pious Meditations on the Angels Anthem. Luke 2. 14” by Charles Fitzgeoffrey

Behold a Mother, yet a Virgin still,
Whose Wombe not lust, but lively Faith did fill.
Before, and in, and after Birth a Mayd,
Of whom ‘mong all her sexe it may be said,
Sh’ enioy’d by bringing forth that heavenly Boy,
A virgins honour, with a Mothers joy:
Behold a field which nere by man was tild,
Wheat whence is made, the bread of life doth yield.
Thus ere the Heavens did showers on Earth distill,
A my’st her pregnant wombe with fruit did fill.

Thus Gedeons fleece was moist when all was drie,
And dry when all about it moist did lie.
Thus Moses bush sent forth a flaming fume,
And burning did not with the fire consume.
Thus did Faiths fire the Virgins heart inflame,
And yet abolisht not her Virgin-name:
Her swelling bellie nothing did abate
The entireness of her Maydenhead, state.
And thus on Aarons Rod ripe Almonds grew,
Nor set in earth nor moist’ned with the dew.
And thus from Maries Wombe a Plant proceeded,
Which neither setting, neither plantage needed.

Never till now two Phœnixes were seene
At once; For this the usuall course hath beene
(If all be true, that Naturallists have told,)
The young ones birth brings death unto the old:
One Phœnix here another forth did bring,
And yet her selfe is sav’d from perishing.
The mother there dies to produce an other,
But here the Child must die to save the Mother,
The young one must himselfe of life deprive,
Or else the Mother Phœnix cannot live.

If thou ô man doest aske how this may be,
The same that answer’d her must answer thee.
When of the Messenger she did demand
How this with possibility might stand.
That she should have a Man-child of her owne,
Who never Man in all her life had knowne.
All things are possible with God, whose skill
And power to worke are equall with his will.
Least we should doubt of this he first would doe
Things all as strange as this, and stranger too.

He who at first to frame a Man did need
Neither a Mothers wombe nor Fathers seed,
Could he not now forme in a Virgins Womb
A Child, who from no Fathers seed should come?
Could not the same who first made man of Earth
Procure a Mayden to bring forth a Birth?
He, who a Woman of a Man could frame
Without a Womans help, could not the same
A perfect Man now of a Woman make,
One who no man should for his Father take?

Let this suffice. The reason of the deed,
Doth from the doers will and powre proceed.
Consider who it is that wrought the fact,
Once know the Author, doubt not of the Act.
But for the Act the Author magnifie,
Joyning with th’. Angels in their melodie,
Glory to God on high, on Earth be Peace,
And let good will t’wards Christians never cease.

From: Fitzgeoffrey, Charles, The Blessed Birth-Day Celebrated in Some Pious Meditations on the Angels Anthem. Luke 2. 14. Also Holy Raptures, Etc. [In Verse.], 1634, John Lichfield: Oxford, pp. 11-12.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=MUNoAAAAcAAJ)

Date: 1634

By: Charles Fitzgeoffrey (1576-1638)

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