Author Robert Herrick Holy waters hither bring For the sacred sprinkling: Baptize me and thee, and so Let us to the Altar go. And (ere we our rites commence) Wash our hands in innocence. Then I'le be the Rex Sacrorum, Thou the Queen of Peace and Quorum. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments