AT CHRYSTEMESSE-TYDE.
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Two sorrie Thynges there be,— Ay, three: A Neste from which ye Fledglings have been taken, A Lamb forsaken, A Petal 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 ye Rock, a Shepherde bringing A Lamb, found, in his arms,—and Chrystemesse Bells a-ringing.
IN THE MORNING.