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 Whereon was laid the holy Head That such a cruel pillow prest For our behoof, on Calvary's crest; Be beside me while I go About my labors to and fro. Speed the wheel and speed the loom, Guide the needle and the broom, Make my bread rise sweet and light, Make my cheese come foamy white, Yellow may my butter be As cowslips blowing on the lea. Homely though my tasks and small, Be beside me at them all. Then when I shall stand to face Jesu in the judgment place, To me thy gracious help afford, Who art the Handmaid of the Lord.

BROTHER JUNIPER

As unto Francis Poverty, So Folly was a bride to thee. Not the jade that fashions quips For the smiles of mocking lips, And in the face of stony Death Capers till she's out of breath, But the maid that moves and sings About divinely foolish things, She that gives her substance all For love, and laughs to find it small,