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thee is on.
Oft when I sike sigh.?And makie my moan,?Well ill though me like,?Wonder is it none.[7]?When I see hang high
And bitter pains dreye, dree, endure.
Jesu, my lemmon! love.
His wound��s sore smart,?The spear all to his heart?And through his side is gone.
Oft when I syke, sigh.?With care I am through-sought; searched through. When I wake I wyke; languish.?Of sorrow is all my thought.
Alas! men be wood mad.
That swear by the rood swear by the cross.
And sell him for nought?That bought us out of sin.?He bring us to wynne, may he: bliss.?That hath us dear bought!
I add two stanzas of another of like sort.
Man that is in glory and bliss,?And lieth in shame and sin,?He is more than unwis unwise.?That thereof will not blynne. cease.?All this world it goeth away,?Me thinketh it nigheth Doomsday;?Now man goes to ground: perishes.?Jesus Christ that tholed ded endured death.?He may our souls to heaven led lead.?Within a little stound. moment.
Jesus, that was mild and free,?Was with spear y-stongen; stung_ or _pierced. He was nail��d to the tree,?With scourges y-swongen. lashed.?All for man he tholed shame, endured.?Withouten guilt, withouten blame,?Both�� day and other[8].?Man, full muchel he loved thee, much.?When he wold�� make thee free,?And become thy brother.
The simplicity, the tenderness, the devotion of these lyrics is to me wonderful. Observe their realism, as, for instance, in the words: "The stones beoth al wete;" a realism as far removed from the coarseness of a Rubens as from the irreverence of too many religious teachers, who will repeat and repeat again the most sacred words for the merest logical ends until the tympanum of the moral ear hears without hearing the sounds that ought to be felt as well as held holiest. They bear strongly, too, upon the outcome of feeling in action, although doubtless there was the same tendency then as there is now to regard the observance of?church-ordinances as the service of Christ, instead of as a means of gathering strength wherewith to serve him by being in the world as he was in the world.
From a poem of forty-eight stanzas I choose five, partly in order to manifest that, although there is in it an occasional appearance of what we should consider sentimentality, allied in nature to that worship of the Virgin which is more a sort of French gallantry than a feeling of reverence, the sense of duty to the Master keeps pace with the profession of devotedness to him. There is so little continuity of thought in it, that the stanzas might almost be arranged anyhow.
Jesu, thy love be all my thought;?Of other thing ne reck I nought; reckon.?I yearn to have thy will y-wrought,?For thou me hast well dear y-bought.
Jesu, well may mine heart�� see?That mild and meek he must be,?All unthews and lust��s flee, bad habits.?That feelen will the bliss of thee. feel.
For sinful folk, sweet Jesus,?Thou lightest from the high house;?Poor and low thou wert for us.?Thine heart's love thou sendest us.
Jesu, therefore beseech I thee?Thy sweet love thou grant me;?That I thereto worthy be,?Make me worthy that art so free. thou that art.
Jesu, thine help at my ending!?And in that dreadful out-wending, going forth of the spirit. Send my soul good weryyng, guard.?That I ne dread none evil thing.
I shall next present a short lyric, displaying more of art than this last, giving it now in the old form, and afterwards in a new one, that my reader may see both how it looks in its original dress, and what it means.
Wynter wakeneth al my care,?Nou this leves waxeth bare,?Ofte y sike ant mourne sare, sigh; sore.?When hit cometh in my thoht?Of this worldes joie, how hit goth al to noht.
Now hit is, ant now hit nys, it is not.?Also hit ner nere y-wys,[9]?That moni mon seith soth hit ys,[10]?Al goth bote Godes wille,?Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle. though it pleases us ill.
Al that gren me graueth grene,[11]
Nou hit faleweth al by-dene; grows yellow: speedily.
Jhesu, help that hit be sene, seen.
Ant shild us from helle;?For y not whider y shal, ne hou longe her duelle.[12]
I will now give a modern version of it, in which I have