Samuel Barber — III. Saint Itas Vision

I will take nothing from my Lord,” said she “unless He gives me His Son from Heaven In the form of a Baby that I may nurse Him” So that Christ came down to her In the form of a Baby and then she said: “Infant Jesus, at my breast Nothing in this world is true Save, O tiny nursling, You Infant Jesus at my breast By my heart every night You I nurse are not a churl But were begot on Mary the Jewess By Heaven’s light Infant Jesus at my breast What King is there but You who could Give everlasting good? Wherefore I give my food Sing to Him, maidens, sing your best! There is none that has such right To your song as Heaven’s King Who every night Is Infant Jesus at my breast.” At my breast