Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWO SONGS FOR AN ACCESSION DAY TILE: 2, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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TWO SONGS FOR AN ACCESSION DAY TILE: 2, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Sing, neighbours, sing; hear you not say
Last Line: Good lord, deliver us.


Sing, neighbours, sing; hear you not say
This Sabbath day
A Sabbath is reputed
Of such a royal saint
As all saints else confuted
Is love without constraint?

Let such a saint be praised
Which so her worth hath raised:
From him that would not thus
Good Lord, deliver us.

Sound up your pipes, do you not see
That yond is she,
Even she that most respecteth
The faithful loving minds,
And no one thought rejecteth
That upon honour binds.

Let such a saint be praised
Which so her worth hath raised:
From him that would not thus
Good Lord, deliver us.

Show forth your joy, let mourning stay;
This is her day!
Her day, on which she entered,
When with her entered Peace,
Which she hath not adventured
But kept for our increase.

Let such a saint be praised
Which so her worth hath raised:
From him that would not thus
Good Lord, deliver us.

All joy is full, like for no mo;
Let sorrow go!
Let sorrow go despised
And mirth be made a queen,
The heavens highly praised
That we this day have seen.

Let such a saint be praised
Which so her worth hath raised:
From him that would not thus
Good Lord, deliver us.





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