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You wear the Trowel ; do you have
That mortar old and pure,
And do you spread with master's care,
You wear the Cross ; it signifies
The burdens Jesus bore -
The Cross ! oh let it say “forgive,
My brothers, if you will display
These emblems of our Art,
So they will tell to God and man,
THE BRIDES OF ENDERBY; OR, THE FLIGH
TIDE. (1571)-Jean Ingelow.
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower,
Play uppe · The Brides of Enderby.?"
Men say it was a stoten tyde
The Lord that sent it, He knows all;
The inessage that the bells let fall:
By millions crouched on the old sea-wall.
I sat and spun within the doore,
My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes ; The level sun, like ruddy ore,
Lay sinking in the barren skies, And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth.
6 Cùsha ! Cusha ! Cusha !” calling
" Cusha! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling,
, Quit the stalks of parsley hollow,
Hollow, hollow; Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, From the clovers lift your head ; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, Jetty, to the milking shed.”
If it be long, ay, long ago,
When I beginne to think howe long, Againe I hear the Lindis tlow,
Swift as an arrowe, sharp and strong ; And all the aire, it seemeth mee,
The swanherds where there sedges are
Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Lindis tlows
And where the lordly steeple shows,
“For evil news from Mablethorpe,
Of pyrate galleys warping downe ;
They have not spared to wake the towne:
I looked without, and lo! my sonue
Came riding down with might and main: He raised a shout as he drew on,
Till all the welkin rang again, “Elizabeth! Elizabeth !" (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my some's wife, Elizabeth.)
“The old sea wall (he cried) is downe,
The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne
Go sailing uppe the market-place." He shook as one that looks on death :
With that he cried and beat his breast;
For, lo ! along the river's bed
And uppe the Lindis raging sped.
Shook all her trembling bankes amaine,
Flung uppe her weltering walls again.
So farre, so fast the eygre drave,
Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet,
Upon the roofe we sat that night,
The noise of bells went sweeping by ; I marked the lofty beacon light
Stream from the church tower, red and highA lurid mark and dread to see; And awesome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang “Enderby.”. They rang the sailor lads to guide
From roofe to roose who fearless rowed ; And I my sonne
was at my side, And yet the ruddy beacon glowed ; And yet he moaned beneath his breath, “O come in life, or come in death ! O lost I my love, Elizabeth.” And did'st thou visit him no more ?
Thou did'st, thou did'st, my daughter dcare ; The waters laid thee at his doore,
Ere yet the carly dawn was clear, Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.
That flow strewed wrecks about the grass,
That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea; A fatal ebbe and tlow, alas !
To manye more than myne and me: But each will mourn his own (she saith), And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
I shall never hear her more
I shall never see her more
Shiver, quiver ;