Page:Wife of Beith reformed and corrected.pdf/7

Rh Tir'd and torn she went on still, Sometimes she sat and sometimes fell, Ay till she came to a high hill, And then she lookd back to hell' When she had climbed up the hill, Before her was a goodly plain, Where she did rest and weep her fill; Then rose and to her feet again, Her heart was glad the way was good, Up to the hill she hied with haste; The flowers were peasentpleasant [sic] to her taste. Then she behold Jerusalem, On Sion's mount were that it stood; Shining with bright gold as the sun, Her silly soul was very glad, The ports of orient pearls bright, Were very glorios to behold, The prciousprecious [sic] stone gave a pure light, The walls were of transparent gold. High were the walls, the gate were shut, And long she fought for to be in; But then for seare of biding out, She knocked hard and made some din, To knock and cry she did not spare, Till father Adam did her hare: Who it's that raps so rudley there, Heaven cannot well be won by weir. The Wife of Beith, since that you spier, Hath stood thise two hours at gate: Go back, quoth he, thou must forbear, Here may no sinners entrance get,