Another New-Year's Gift, Or, Song For The Circumcision By Robert Herrick

1. Hence, Hence Profane, And None Appear With Anything Unhallowed Here; No Jot Of Leaven Must Be Found Conceal'D In This Most Holy Ground. 2. What Is Corrupt, Or Sour'D With Sin, Leave That Without, Then Enter In; Chor. But Let No Christmas Mirth Begin Before Ye Purge And Circumcise Your Hearts, And Hands, Lips, Ears, And Eyes. 3. Then, Like A Perfum'D Altar, See That All Things Sweet And Clean May Be: For Here'S A Babe That, Like A Bride, Will Blush To Death If Ought Be SpI'd Ill-Scenting, Or UnpurifI'd. Chor. The Room Is 'Cens'D: Help, Help T' Invoke Heaven To Come Down, The While We Choke The Temple With A Cloud Of Smoke. 4. Come Then, And Gently Touch The Birth Of Him, Who's Lord Of Heaven And Earth: 5. And Softly Handle Him; Y'Ad Need, Because The Pretty Babe Does Bleed. Poor Pitied Child! Who From Thy Stall Bring'St, In Thy Blood, A Balm That Shall Be The Best New-Year'S Gift To All. 1. Let'S Bless The Babe: And, As We Sing His Praise, So Let Us Bless The King. Chor. Long May He Live Till He Hath Told His New-Years Trebled To His Old: And When That's Done, To Re-Aspire A New-Born Ph[Oe]Nix From His Own Chaste Fire.