,of this book only #bej copies have been printed and the type distributed ,this is ,no4 #aca4 ,illustration3 ,sheila ,kaye-,smith ,,saints ,,in ,,sussex ,illustration3 ,,saints ,,in ,,sussex ,,by ,,sheila ,,kaye-,,smith ,mdccccxxiij4 ,,printed ,,for ,,the ,,publishers1 ,,elkin ,,mathews ,,limited1 ,,by ,,the ,,kynoch ,,press1 ,,birmingham4 ,,printed ,,in ,,great ,,britain ,,the ,,calendar ,i ,,st4 ,,andrew #i ,,ii ,,st4 ,,philip ,,and ,,st4 ,,james #ab ,,iii ,,st4 ,,peter ,,and ,,st4 ,,paul #ad ,,iv ,,st4 ,,mary ,,magdalene #ag ,v ,,st4 ,,matthew #bj ,,vi ,,ascension ,,day #ba ,,vii ,,pentecost #bc ,,viii ,,corpus ,,christi #be ,,ix ,,the ,,conception ,b4,v4,m4 #bf ,x ,,lady ,,day ,,in ,,harvest #bg ,,st4 ,,andrew ,the ,men of ,sussex crying after him ,andrew1 what of the ,north8 ,in ,november shadows drear ,we have heard thee marching forth ,with songs of a glad new year4 ,thou goest to mountains high1 ,to ,picts in a ,northern fen-- ,but1 ,andrew1 tarry and hear the cry ,of the little ,southern ,men4 ,down by the seas of ,gaul1 ,where the ,roman eagles stand1 ,anderida they call ,our shaggy forest land4 ,we have no saving health1 ,to us no ,word comes forth1 ,on us the gods bestow no wealth-- ,yet ,andrew goes to the ,north4 ,oh1 stay and give us grace1 ,for our hearts are grey with dule1 ,as each man lifts his face ,in the dreadful days of ,yule1 ,when the burning ,wheel stands still ,in the black and dropping skies1 ,and the ,long ,man screams upon the hill ,with the human sacrifice4 ,andrew1 what of the ,north8 ,our ,druids tell sad tales1 ,our arms have lost their worth ,in the scrubby hills of ,wales2 ,but thy mighty banners go ,forward and pass us by1 ,as the ,northern streamers fly and flow ,on the red wings of the sky4 ,we hear strange tales of thee-- ,we hear thou preachest still ,a ,man more fair than ,bald1 a ,tree ,more tall than ,ygdrasyl1 ,a ,bread more strong than meat1 ,water more fierce than wine-- ,than the mead which drunken gods find sweet ,in the halls where ,heroes dine4444 ,to the little ,southern ,men ,saint ,andrew answered he3 8,i have heard from the ,northern fen ,your moan from the ,gaulish sea2 ,and though ,i pass you by1 ,and may not see your face1 ,yet my ,lord hath heard your cry1 ,and ,he sends you hope of grace4 8,three saints shall teach the land ,that lies by the ,southern sea2 ,three saints on your shores shall stand-- ,a thrice-noble company4 ,the ,word that heals and saves1 ,which to the ,scots ,i send1 ,wilfred shall teach by the waves ,that beat on ,manhood's ,end4 8,on ,havant's drawling tide1 ,which round the island swells1 ,the solemn ships shall glide ,to the chime of ,richard's bells3 ,on ,mayfield's hills the iron ,of ,dunstan's anvil rings ,as he hammers gates for ,zion ,and fights ,unholy ,things4 8,so faint not--all is well1 ,and the price of hope is paid ,by the ,lord ,who hath harrowed hell1 ,and hath made the gods afraid4 ,eternity keeps the hours ,till the ,sussex ,saints go forth-- ,wilfred and ,richard and ,dunstan are yours1 ,but ,andrew goes to the ,north40 ,,st4 ,,philip ,,st4 ,,james ,,to ,,st4 ,,simon ,,st4 ,,jude ,said the ,may ,day ,saints to the ,grey ,day ,saints1 ,singing across the year3 ,how is it with you in ,october8 ,with us the meadows are green1 ,and the grass is warm with the sun1 ,and strown with the golden pence ,of the coltsfoot1 our offertory4 ,the tapers are lit for our feast-- ,tall tapers are lit for our feast ,in the drooping horse-chestnut boughs2 ,and the thrushes serve our ,mass ,there in the white thorn hedge1 ,where the bloom is breaking against ,a smudgy1 sweet1 grey sky ,that shall give us holy water4444 ,oh1 tell us1 ,october ,saints1 ,how you fare at the end of the year4 ,are you cold in the draught of the year8-- ,on the edge of the fog of ,all ,saints ,and the gloom of the ,holy ,souls8 ,said the ,grey ,day ,saints to the ,may ,day ,saints1 ,singing across the year3 ,how is it with you in the ,spring8 ,the leaves in the wood are red1 ,and the frightened trees are a-shake ,down by the moaning brook4 ,the birds sweep the sky with desperate wings of escape4 ,there is none to serve our ,mass1 ,and the high wind is our ,priest4 ,no censer swings for us ,from the lime-tree's blossomed boughs2 ,yet have we joy of our feast1 ,for we know that the ,child is near-- ,the ,child ,who is born in ,december1 ,in the frozen ,december stillness4 ,round ,him the year shall wake1 ,and climb up the ,spring into ,may1 ,to the feast of ,philip and ,james4 ,the tapers of ,christ's own ,mass ,shall rekindle the fading sun1 ,and ,mary shall lift her ,babe ,to the horn of the wintry moon1 ,and ride ,him into a ,happy ,new ,year4 ,,st4 ,,peter ,,st4 ,,paul ,the ,gate of ,lewes ,st4 ,peter sits on ,caburn ,hill1 ,st4 ,paul sits high on ,beacon ,down1 ,and there1 each side of ,wakeland's ,mill1 ,they guard the way to ,lewes ,town3 ,they hold the ,sword and ,keys in state-- ,our bands are loosed1 our sins forgiven-- ,they sit there guarding ,lewes ,gate ,as they would guard the ,gate of ,heaven4 ,for ,lewes ,town like ,heaven is1 ,and ,heaven is like ,lewes ,town4 ,the golden streets go up the hill1 ,in sunshine dreaming1 warm and still2 ,ouse river through the vale below ,like ,sion's ,stream of ,life doth flow1 ,and many fruits our fruit-trees bear-- ,plum1 cherry1 apple1 quince1 and pear-- ,and in our streets the live-long day ,the girls and boys are at their play4 ,when evening falls the church bells ring1 ,and faithful voices pray and sing2 ,when morning comes the faithful feet ,tread to the altar-paces sweet4 ,the ,lamb is with us day and night1 ,so1 like high ,heaven's1 our streets are bright4 ,the ,lamb is with us night and day1 ,so two ,apostles guard the way ',twixt ,caburn ,hill and ,beacon ,down1 ,the way that leads to ,lewes ,town4 ,for ,lewes ,town like ,heaven is1 ,and ,heaven is like ,lewes ,town4 ,oh1 great ,st4 ,peter1 hear our cry ,from your high sunset seat on ,firle1 ,promise by ,him you did deny ,that our dear city's gates of pearl ,shall not be forced by any foe2 ,nor any soul that mongers sin1 ,or in defilement loves to go1 ,or makes a lie1 shall enter in4 ,oh1 great ,st4 ,paul on ,mount ,caburn1 ,promise by ,him you sought to slay ,that your fierce1 fiery sword shall turn ,both east and west and every way ,to guard the sunrise road that swings ,past ,glynde and ,wick and ,stonery1 ,because it is the road of kings1 ,who bring their glory from the sea4 ,they bring their glory to our feast1 ,as to the ,new ,jerusalem2 ,they are the ,wise ,kings of the ,east1 ,who journeyed once to ,bethlehem2 ,and through our streets they'll ride in state1 ,from ,brooks to ,priory1 up and down1 ,and praise the ,saints who guard our ,gate-- ,the holy ,gate of ,lewes ,town4 ,,st4 ,,mary ,,magdalene ,mary ,magdalene has looked out of her window1 ,high in her cottage at ,horeham ,road2 ,from her high window has ,mary looked down1 ,and seen all the doings and sights of the town3 ,the boys look up as they pass her abode-- ,the boys look up1 but the girls look down4 ,mary ,magdalene has caught sight of the ,preacher-- ,the ,preacher ,who's come from the town in the west2 ,she hears ,him preaching out there on the ,green3 ,his words have troubled her heart--she has seen ,his face1 and the sobs are all thick in her breast1 ,and her tears are the saltest that ever were seen4 ,from ,horeham ,road to ,boreham ,street ,and ,high ,horse ,bridge where the waters meet-- ,east or west1 was there ever seen ,such a preaching1 such a teaching for ,mary ,magdalene8 ,a boy calls up to her there at the window3 8,come down1 my sweet1 for the night is here1 ,and the stars are dim in the mists above1 ,and the darkening field is the place for love-- ,come down1 my lovely1 come down1 my dear1 ,and show me beauty and give me love40 ,but ,mary ,magdalene still stands at the window1 ,and the dusk is white on her tear-stained face1 ,for the ,preacher has broken her heart1 and it turns ,to the ,word that freezes1 the ,word that burns1 ,the ,word that is ,flesh in the market-place1 ,where the ,preacher's voice through the silence burns4 ,from ,horeham ,road to ,boreham ,street ,and ,high ,horse ,bridge where the waters meet-- ,east or west1 was there ever seen ,such a turning1 such a burning for ,mary ,magdalene8 ,mary ,magdalene has gone down to the ,preacher-- ,the strange ,young ,man from the western town3 ,with silk she is shining1 with scent she is sweet1 ,her eyes are like water1 like flowers are her feet1 ,and when she has come to the ,green she falls down ,before the ,young ,preacher and kisses ,his feet4 ,she kisses ,his feet and she cries out for pardon1 ,with tears and with kisses ,his feet are all wet2 ,the boys are all staring and no word is said1 ,for she wipes ,his wet feet with the hair of her head-- ,her lovely brown hair that no boy can forget1 ,it is like a brown beech-wood1 the hair of her head4 ,from ,horeham ,road to ,boreham ,street ,and ,high ,horse ,bridge where the waters meet-- ,east or west1 was there ever seen ,such a sighing1 such a crying for ,mary ,magdalene8 ,and the ,preacher has stooped1 and has blessed her and raised her1 ,and the boys are all laughing to see them stand so3 8,ah1 lovely1 and have you forgotten so soon ,the ways of a woman1 the ways of the moon1 ,and all the gay gallants with whom you would go ,and show them the madness that's under the moon80 ,the ,preacher has brought ,magdalene to ,his mother1 ,and ,his mother has given her a white gown to wear1 ,and they've sat down to supper together all three1 ,and the boys stand outside in the street and agree ,that the joke's gone too far--8,come out1 ,mary1 my dear1 ,for you and these strangers will never agree40 ,but ,mary ,magdalene has looked out of the window-- ,she stands in the window all white and alone-- 8,i will never return while the stars are above ,to the ways that were far from the true ways of love4 ,oh1 many a lover poor ,mary has known1 ,but never till now has she learned to know love40 ,from ,horeham ,road to ,boreham ,street ,and ,high ,horse ,bridge where the waters meet-- ,east or west1 was there ever seen ,such a story1 such a glory for ,mary ,magdalene8 ,,st4 ,,matthew ,matthew the ,publican sits at the gate of ,september1 ,counting the gold of the passing and vanishing year-- ,the gold that the ,summer must pay with her tears and sighings-- ,the gold of the falling leaves4 ,the ,lord goes by and1 turning1 says unto ,matthew3 8,follow ,me--follow ,me down the long months into ,winter1 8,follow ,me--follow ,me down through the fogs of ,november1 8,when the coin of the year is spent and the trees are beggared1 8,with never a golden leaf to drop at the gate-- 8,follow ,me40 ,matthew the ,publican rises to follow his ,lord2 ,but first he will make a feast at the gate of ,september-- ,he will make a feast for the sinners and ,saints of the year4 ,the way is long and the ,autumn paths are dreary1 ,so before he treads the dark road into the rain ,he makes a great golden feast1 the last feast of ,summer1 ,and he throws his golden treasury over the fields4 ,the dying1 fluttering1 shimmering leaves of ,september1 ,the last of the daisies and coltsfoot and dandelions1 ,are ,matthew the ,publican's treasure1 his gold and silver1 ,which he throws at his ,master's feet1 the feet he must follow ,down1 down the ,autumn1 into the fogs-- ,to the end of the year4 ,,the ,,ascension ,,day ,so ,thou hast left us and our meadows1 ,lord1 ,who hast blessed us and our meadows-- ,lord of the sorrel-hearted hay1 ,lord of the pollened flowers of ,may4 ,from our fields ,thou hast ascended1 ,passing into the anthered light ,beyond the sun1 by the winds attended-- ,and the ,sussex fields are white ,with daisies1 and the diadem ,of the hawthorn crowns the hedge1 ,and at the blue pond's reedy edge1 ,like a broidered1 silken hem ,the yellow irises are blown4 ,lord1 ,thou art gone1 and gone alone4 ,dost ,thou think of us and our meadows1 ,lord1 ,who hast left us and our meadows8 ,in shining pastures of the sky ,thou walkest1 ,lord1 ascended high4 ,the stars are flowers about ,thy feet1 ,and looking up to ,thee we see ,the ,river flowing silently-- ,the ,milky ,river1 broad and sweet ,as ,rother ,river here below1 ,while planets the dim marshes strow1 ,and constellations flower and fade4444 ,o ,lord1 ,thou hast ,thy country there1 ,the fields and meadows of the sky1 ,the fields and meadows ever fair1 ,the dear1 divine1 undying glade4 ,at night we too walk in ,thy meadows1 ,we walk beside ,thee in ,thy meadows4 ,at midnight ,i may hear ,thy call1 ,and ride to ,thee on the moon's light-- ,to where the living waters fall1 ,and the unfading fields are bright4 ,the stars are flowers about our feet1 ,and at my side ,thou art the sweet ,perfumed1 eternal ,breath of ,may4444 ,with a sob the pale-eyed day ,wakens at the ,rother's mouth1 ,and back to earthly fields ,i go1 ,and back to earthly toil1 and slow ,hot days of the slow1 drawling ,south1 ,toiling to keep the fields alive1 ,for our poor meadows cannot thrive ,on just the memory of ,thy feet1 ,which trod them once and found them sweet4 ,our tears1 our sweat1 must give them life1 ,for ,thou1 our ,lord1 hast gone on high ,to golden countries of the sky1 ,to golden fields of golden stars1 ,beyond the echo of our strife4444 ,yet there1 upon the shining hill1 ,thou dreamest of our meadows still1 ,and1 ,lord1 we have ,thy promise plain ,that ,thou wilt walk in them again4 ,,pentecost ,veni ,creator ,dear ,heart of the ,eternal ,rose-- ,o many-coloured ,heart of ,fire-- ,that in our ,lord's green garden grows1 ,come1 ,holy ,ghost1 our souls inspire4 ,sweet ,honey of the heavenly flowers1 ,distilled from the white lily's heart1 ,drip on these thirsty lips of ours-- ,thou the anointing ,spirit art4 ,o ,wind1 down heaven's long lanes ablow1 ,warm1 perfume-laden ,breath of ,love1 ,o ,sweetness1 on our hearts bestow ,thy blessed unction from above4 ,o ,sun1 in the mild skies ashine1 ,o ,moon1 bewitching all the night1 ,these dark and groping ways of mine ,enable with perpetual light4 ,dear ,absolution of the ,sun1 ,dear ,quickener of the meadow's grace1 ,when the day's course of toil is run1 ,anoint and cheer our soild face4 ,when evening falls and darkness creeps1 ,and the long starry hours have come1 ,and all the world is tired1 and sleeps1 ,keep far our foes1 give peace at home4 ,o ,sun1 ,o ,wind1 ,o ,flower1 ,o ,fire6444 ,come1 ,holy ,ghost1 our souls inspire6 ,,corpus ,,christi ,now ,thou hast come to the end of ,thy pilgrimage1 ,lord2 ,thy lamp glows red like a star at the dim lane's turning3 ,the bread and the wine of ,thy supper are set in the shadows1 ,and the gleam of ,thy cottage calls toilers and wanderers home4 ,in the feathery green of the hedges the chervil is blooming-- ,petals and wafers of scent1 like the ,host in a dream4444 ,the night wind is singing the ,mass of ,thy living and dying1 ,o ,pilgrim of ,love1 ,who at last hast come to ,thy shrine4 ,thou art at peace4 ,at ,thy journey's end ,thou sittest1 ,thy cheek on ,thy folded hands1 before ,thee the bread and wine1 ,while far down the sky the yellow moon dips to her dying1 ,and the big stars hang like lamps in the fading west4 ,lord of the journey's end1 if ,i too should stumble ,at last to the long lane's turning1 there may ,i see ,the beckon and gleam of the lamp that is hung in ,thy cottage1 ,calling me home to my supper1 my friends1 and sleep4 ,the ,saints sup with ,thee1 there in the dusk and lamplight-- ,mary and ,joseph and ,peter and all my friends-- ,with faces propped on their tired and toil-worn fingers1 ,and kind eyes full of the peace of the journey's end4 ,to that feast of the ,saints in ,light1 dear ,lord1 please bring me1 ,wash my dusty feet as on ,maundy long ago2 ,at the end of the day let me find my ,lord at supper1 ,and forget my toils with ,him in the ,breaking of ,bread4 ,,the ,,conception ,b4,v4,m4 ,anna's ,voice3 ,down by the rushes ,i paused and bent-- ,i bent with a sudden lovely pang of joy1 ,and ,i knew that my hope was true4444 ,lord ,god of our fathers1 if ,thou send me a son ,he shall be bred in ,thy fear1 ,but if ,thou send me a daughter ,she shall be bred in ,thy love4 ,lord1 ,i pray ,thee1 send me a girl4 ,,lady ,,day ,,in ,,harvest ,a ,,lullaby ,,for ,,the ,,falling ,,asleep ,,of ,,the ,,blessed ,,virgin ,,mary ,,mary sleeps--and as she sleeps the angels sing3 ,sleep1 sleep1 sweetly sleep1 ,sweetly sleep1 sleep1 sleep1 ,you who rocked the cradle--so-- ,in the stable long ago4 ,golden ,rose of ,david's stem1 ,sleep1 and dream of ,bethlehem2 ,dream of herald angels singing1 ,dream of ,christmas bells a-ringing ,in the steeples of the town1 ,telling of the ,christ come down ,to a stable long ago2 ,dream in harvest of the snow2 ,dream ,his head is on your breast1 ,then1 smiling1 sleep and take your rest-- ,golden ,rose of ,david's stem1 ,sleep and dream of ,bethlehem4 ,,mary sleeps--and as she sleeps her ,son sings3 ,sleep1 sleep1 sweetly sleep1 ,sweetly sleep1 sleep1 sleep3 ,you rocked the cradle once for ,me1 ,mother of sweet liberty2 ,and now ,i sing your lullaby1 ,while angels watch us from the sky1 ,and the ,august stars are bright ,in the dark1 hop-scented night4 ,rest1 darling mother1 rest ,with your head upon ,my breast1 ,for all the hundred happy hours ,that ,my head has lain on yours4 ,mother whose hair is grey with love1 ,with memories of ,calvary's day4444 ,darling1 in the fields above ,the young angels wait to play1 ,and all the holy innocents1 ,who once laid down their lives for ,me1 ,will climb into your lap and lie ,where once ,i lay so lovingly4 ,rest1 darling mother1 rest ,with your head upon ,my breast4 ,,mary sleeps--and as she sleeps we all sing3 ,sleep1 sleep1 mother1 sleep1 ,sweetly sleep1 sleep1 sleep2 ,on ,his bosom lay your head1 ,while the angels watch your bed1 ,and the ,august stars are red-- ,little mother of joy divine1 ,little mother of purity1 ,sweet mother of eternity-- 7,you our mother and ,he our ,brother72 ,so shall heaven's windows shine ,with lights of home1 burning softly down1 ,on your children on their way ,to your door--until the day ,when we reach our native town3 ,and our hands shall knock1 and yours unlatch1 ,and we shall come home to you under the thatch-- ,to you our mother1 to ,him our ,brother1 ,so shall we love you and ,him and each other4 ,little mother of joy divine1 ,from your window in heaven look down1 ,and light the way to our native town4 ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------- ,,transcriber',s ,,notes #a4 ,silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling4 #b4 ,archaic1 non-standard1 and uncertain spellings retained as printed4 #c4 ,enclosed italics font in underscores4