At Chrystemesse-Tyde
Two sorrie Thynges there be,—
Ay, three :
A Neste from which ye Fledglings have been taken,
A Lambe forsaken,
A redde leaf from ye Wilde Rose rudely shaken.
Ay, three :
A Neste from which ye Fledglings have been taken,
A Lambe forsaken,
A redde leaf from ye Wilde Rose rudely shaken.
Of gladde Thynges there be more, —
Ay, four :
A Larke above ye olde Neste blithely singing,
A Wilde Rose clinging
In safety to a Rock, a Shepherde bringing
A Lambe, found, in his armes, and Chrystemesse
Bells a-ringing.
Ay, four :
A Larke above ye olde Neste blithely singing,
A Wilde Rose clinging
In safety to a Rock, a Shepherde bringing
A Lambe, found, in his armes, and Chrystemesse
Bells a-ringing.
Willis Boyd Allen.