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MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
That a Maiden's arms enfold
Him That made the world of old,
Him That ever liveth:
That a Maiden's spotless breast
To the King Eternal rest,
Warmth and nurture giveth!
As the sunbeam through the glass
Passeth but not staineth,
Thus the Virgin, as she was,
Virgin still remaineth:
Blessed Mother, in whose womb
Lay the Light that exiles gloom,
God, the Lord of Ages;
Blessed Maid! from whom the Lord,
Her own Infant, God adored,
Hunger's pangs assuages.
[See the lovely melody in the "Christmas Carols" published by Mr. Helmore and myself.]
