gather: Rushbearing

gather: Pentecost Picnic

so all the chorus sang / Of heav'nly birds, as to the stars they nimbly sprang

gather: Lent

the cold withdraws itself, the clouds uplift, / and the rain falls in warm showers on the fair plains

...for to-day / The valley keeps an ancient festival

our pilgrim way is scented wild / with rushes

To-day we come from farm and fell, / Wild flowers and rushes green we twine

Let us seek the green rush by the green woodland springs