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Whan ȝe se notȝ ȝour childys blood,
The lasse may be ȝour care!
Tunc transiet Maria ad templum cum Johanne, etc.
Maria. Here in this temple my lyff I lede,
And serve my lord God with hertyly drede, —
Now xal wepynge me fode and fede,
Some comforte tylle God sende.
A! my lord God, I the pray,
Whan my childe ryseth the iij.^{de} day,
Comforte thanne thyn hand-may,
My care for to amende!
