We'll cherish them now in times of strife,
As a holy and peaceful thing;
They were bought by a faithful prelate's life,[1]
And the blood of a martyr'd king.[2]
LII. SUMMER IS BANISH'D
(Loybere risen)
Summer is banish'd;
Late the sun riseth, heigho!
And ne'er a flow'r springeth:
Green leaf is vanish'd:
Now by our hedge and woodrow
No nightingale singeth,
But o'er lea and mountain
Boreas' bugle doth blow,
Benumbing all, cattle and drover,
Freezing the fountain,
Mantling the meadow with snow.
Ay me! for glad summer is over.
LIII. ZACCHAEUS CLIMBS A TREE
(Zacchaeus arboris)
1.Zacchaeus climbs a tree, a sycomore it is,
To catch a glimpse of Christ, the King of heav'nly bliss.
2.When Jesus pass'd the place, He lift His blessèd eyes,
And to Zacchaeus gave commandment on this wise:
