Translated from the Latin by Rev. H. R. Bramley.
WHISPERING PALMS.
Holy angels and blest,
Through these Palms as ye sweep,
Hold their branches at rest,
For my Babe is asleep.
And ye, Bethlehem palm-trees,
As stormy winds rush
In tempest and fury
Your angry noise hush;—
Move gently, move gently,
Restrain your wild sweep;
Hold your branches at rest—
My Babe is asleep.
Lope de Vega.