Clemencing, clemancing, year by year / Apples and pears are very good cheer

'Oranges & lemons,' say the bells of St. Clement's

The Lamb shall soon stand / White as a shout against the sky: / His feet shall soon strike rainbows from the rock.

tonight / we see that we are echoes / of the peoples / in our past.

Ye hallow'd bells, whose voices thro' the air / The awful summons of affliction bear: / Ye slowly-waving banners of the dead

on All Saints’ Day hard is the grain, / the leaves are dropping, the puddle is full

Hallowtide Printables

How quiet shews the woodland scene! / Each flower and tree, its duty done