Upon the Ass that bore our Savior
Richard Crashaw
Hath only anger an omnipotence
In eloquence?
Within the lips of love and joy doth dwell
No miracle?
Why else had Balaam’s ass a tongue to chide
His masters pride?
And thou (Heaven-burdened beast) hast ne’er a word
To praise thy Lord?
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,
Was a great wonder.
But o methinks ‘tis a far greater one
That thou find’st none.