Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries <br />At the obsequies <br />Of their babes, that cry <br />More that they lose the paps, then that they die. <br />He that came with life to all, <br />Brings the babes a funeral, <br />To redeem from slaughter Him <br />Who did redeem us all from sin. <br />They like Himself went spotless hence, <br />A sacrifice to Innocence; <br />Which now does ride <br />Trampling upon Herod's pride: <br />Passing from their fontinels of clay <br />To heaven, a milky and a bloody way. <br />All their tears and groans are dead <br />And they to rest and glory fled. <br />Lord, Who wert pleased so many babes should fall <br />Whil'st each sword hop'd that every of the all <br />Was the desirèd king: make us to be <br />In innocence like them, in glory, Thee.<br /><br />Jeremy Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-the-day-of-the-holy-innocents/
