A FUNERALL SONG

(Lamenting Syr Phillip Sidney)

Come to me, grief, for ever;

Come to me, tears, day and night;

Come to me, plaint, ah, helpless;

Just grief, heart tears, plaint worthy.

Go from me dread to die now;

Go from me care to live more;

Go from me joys all on earth;

Sidney, O Sidney is dead.

He whom the court adornèd,

He whom the country courtesied,

He who made happy his friends,

He that did good to all men.

Sidney, the hope of land strange,

Sidney, the flower of England,

Sidney, the spirit heroic,

Sidney is dead, O dead.

Dead? no, no, but renownèd,

With the Anointed onèd;[122]

Honour on earth at his feet,

Bliss everlasting his seat.

Come to me, grief, for ever;

Come to me, tears, day and night;

Come to me, plaint, ah, helpless;

Just grief, heart tears, plaint worthy.

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