Bij Palmzondag
Palm-Sunday
Come, drop your branches, strow the way
Plants of the day!
Whom sufferings make most green and gay.
The King of grief, the man of sorrow
Weeping still, like the wet morrow,
Your shades and freshness comes to borrow.
Put on, put on your best array;
Let the joy’d rode make holy-day,
And flowers that into fields do stray,
Or secret groves, keep the high-way.
Trees, flowers & herbs; birds, beasts & stones,
That since man fell, expect with groans
To see the lamb, which all at once,
Lift up your heads and leave your moans!
For here comes he
Whose death will be
Mans life, and your full liberty.
Hark! how the children shril and high
Hosanna cry,
Their joys provoke the distant skie,
Where thrones and Seraphins reply,
And their own Angels shine and sing
In a bright ring:
Such yong, sweet mirth
Makes heaven and earth
Joyn in a joyful Symphony,
The harmless, yong and happy Ass,
Seen long before this came to pass,
Is in these joys an high partaker
Ordain’d, and made to bear his Maker.
Dear feast of Palms, of Flowers and Dew!
Whose fruitful dawn sheds hopes and lights;
Thy bright solemnities did shew,
The third glad day through two sad nights.
I’le get me up before the Sun,
I’le cut me boughs off many a tree,
And all alone full early run
To gather flowers to wellcome thee.
Then like the Palm , though wrong, I’le bear,
I will be still a childe, still meek
As the poor Ass, which the proud jear,
And onely my dear Jesus seek.
If I lose all, and must endure.
The proverb’d griefs of holy Job ,
I care not, so I may secure
But one green Branch and a white robe .
St. Ffraid, de parochkerk in Llansanffraid, de geboorteplaats van Henry Vaughan
Zie voor de schrijvers van de 10e april ook mijn blog van 10 april 2021 en ook mijn blog van 10 april 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 10 april 2019 en ook mijn blog van 10 april 2016 deel 2.