What a quote from George Herbert's poem entitled Christmas (courtesy ccel.org):
O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
Wrapt in nights mantle, stole into a manger;
Since my dark soul and brutish is thy right,
To Man of all beasts be not thou a stranger:
Furnish & deck my soul, that thou mayst have
A better lodging then a rack or grave.
Thanks for pointing this out, Justin!