Los pastores, a Mexican play of the nativity . im, and see the fain would go; dost thou consent? Bartolo Well, since Parrado wishes it I give thee leave, but first thou mustDance us a round to earn the boon. Gila I long to see the shining face Of this most gracious holy child, 108 LOS PASTORES Hare lo que tu me , toque un sonecito. CAMINATA DE GILA Bermejito Undo, Del cielo envelezo, 1380 Candor de las aves, Y alegria del cielo. adoraci6n Yo, senor, aunque mujer,Humilde y postrada estoyMirando entre humildes pajasAl Altisimo Creador. Y como la humildad es tanta, Y la fe m
Los pastores, a Mexican play of the nativity . im, and see the fain would go; dost thou consent? Bartolo Well, since Parrado wishes it I give thee leave, but first thou mustDance us a round to earn the boon. Gila I long to see the shining face Of this most gracious holy child, 108 LOS PASTORES Hare lo que tu me , toque un sonecito. CAMINATA DE GILA Bermejito Undo, Del cielo envelezo, 1380 Candor de las aves, Y alegria del cielo. adoraci6n Yo, senor, aunque mujer,Humilde y postrada estoyMirando entre humildes pajasAl Altisimo Creador. Y como la humildad es tanta, Y la fe me escita, Estos blancos lienzos doy; Le hareis unas camisitas. 1390 Y del gusto que publico, De lo que mi dicha ha logrado,Senor que al mundo ha bajado,Un Dios que yo justifico,Recibe los cortos dones,Los dijes, las sabanitas. Y al fin como pastorcitaDuefio de mi corazon,De aqui se aparta Gilita, Hechale tu bendicion. 1400 Queda en paz, Divino clavel, Que hay viene el hermano Hermitano, Que te viene a ver. Hermano Hermitano, Llegate a adorar,. GILA THE SHEPHERDS 109 And so for once I will , piper, blow a jolly tune! [Singing Rosy little treasure, Joy of saints above,Star from heavens azure, Pure as snow-winged dove. PRAYER Jesus, see me, a mere woman,Humble, prostrate, here before thee,Gazing at my high CreatorShivering on the wretched humility incites me,Faith emboldens me to offerThis poor linen, Virgin Mother,Praying Thou wilt shape Him for the joy which I professAt Thy heavenly grace to me,O Lord who comest down to earth,—Whom I confess,—receive these gifts,These toys and linen,—all I this poor shepherdess retires,Gila by Thy leave withdraws,Bless her, O Master of my , farewell, thou holy Rose,The hermit comes to kiss thy , dear Hermit, and adoreThe tender Child in manger laid. no LOS PASTORES A ese tierno infanteQue esta en el portal. Hermitano Ahora que estaba rezandoMi rosario esclarecido,Me haz ve
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