The Love Sonnets of Proteus, Juliet, XXVI: The same — A Christmas Sonnet

Since thou hast given me these, Juliet, given me these,
Tin- re have been tidings told of a great joy,
Of peace on Earth, good-will without annoy.
Thou hast put on my soul's infirmities
And stooped to succour me, and thou hast trod
The way of sorrows with me, on thy knees,
Making thyself a little less than God,
That I might worship him in womanhood,
A new redemption. Therefore, Juliet,
The choirs of Heaven multitudinous
Make all their songs to thee this happy night,
In praise of thy great love incarnate thus,
A very " word made flesh " to dwell with us.