A Lament for Our Lady's Shrine at Walsingham
"In the wrackes of WalsingamWhom should I chuse
But the Queene of Walsingam
To be guide to my muse?
Then thou Prince of Walsingam
Grant me to frame
Bitter plaintes to rewe thy wronge
Bitter wo for thy name.
Bitter was it oh to see
The seely sheepe
Murdered by the raveninge wolves
While the sheephards did sleep.
Bitter was it oh to vewe
The sacred vyne
While the gardiners plaied all close
Rooted up by the swine.
Bitter, bitter oh to behould
The grasse to growe
Where the walls of Walsingam
So stately did shewe.
Such were the works of Walsingam
While shee did stand
Such are the wrackes as now do shewe
Of that so holy land.
Levell levell with the ground
The towres doe lye
Which with their golden, glitteringe tops
Pearsed once to the skye.
Where weare gates no gates are nowe,
The waies unknowen,
Where the press of peares did passe
While her fame far was blowen.
Oules do scrike where the sweetest himnes
Lately weer songe,
Toades and serpents hold their dennes
Wher the palmers did thronge.
Weepe, weepe O Walsingam,
Whose dayes are nightes,
Blessings turned to blasphemies,
Holy deeds to dispites.
Sinne is wher our Ladie sate,
Heaven turned is to hell,
Satham sittes wher our Lord did swaye,
Walsingam, oh farewell ! "
Traditionally ascribed to St Philip Howard.
The restored Catholic Shrine of Walsingham
The Feast is traditionally celebrated on the 25th March. The Feast was restored to the modern Catholic calendar in England in 2000, displacing the Feast of Our Lady of Ransom.