Continuing the Welsh theme, here is George Herbert's poem Lent. Herbert was born at Montgomery in the season of Lent in 1593, and died on the Friday of Quinquagesima, the week before the beginning of Lent, in 1633. The poem was published in the collection The Temple, in the year of his death.
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee,
He loves not Temperance, or Authority,
But is compos’d of passion.
The Scriptures bid us fast; the Church says, now:
Give to thy Mother, what thou wouldst allow
To ev’ry Corporation.
Who goeth in the way which Christ hath gone,
Is much more sure to meet with him, than one
That travelleth by-ways:
Perhaps my God, though he be far before,
May turn and take me by the hand, and more:
May strengthen my decays.
Yet Lord instruct us to improve our fast
By starving sin and taking such repast,
As may our faults control:
That ev’ry man may revel at his door,
Not in his parlour; banqueting the poor,
And among those his soul.
Fr Lee Kenyon
Priest, Husband, Father, Lancastrian, Mancunian