Thar was the flour, thar was the queñ alpheſt,[2]
Rycht wering being of the nychtis reſt,
Wncloſing gañe the crownel for the day;
The sun illumined the sprays;
[60] The brycht ſone illumynit haith the ſpray,
The nychtis ſobir ande the moſt ſchowris,
As criſtoll terys withhong vpone the flouris,
Haith vpwarpith In the luſty aire,
[64] The morow makith soft, ameyne, and faire;
the birds sang till the woods resounded;