Hie dies, anno redeunte, festus, etc.
1. [fol. 393.]
A while forget the scenes of woe,
Forbid a while the tears to flow,
The pitying sigh to rise.
Turn from the ax the thought away;
'Tis Charles that bids us crown the day,
And end the night in joys.
2.
So when bleak clouds and beating rain