When that she had climbed up the hill,
Before her was a goodly plain;
Where she did rest and weep her fill.
Then rose she to her feet again,
Her heart was glad the way was good,
Up to the hill she hy’d with haste,
The flowers were fair, where that she stood
The fields were pleasant to her taste.
Then she espied Jerusalem,
On Sion’s mount where that it stood