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MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
Paradise is satiated,[1]
Blossoms, thrives, is fœcundated,
With the waters irrigated
From these rills that aye proceed:
Christ the fountain, they the river,
Christ the source, and they the giver
Of the streams that they deliver
To supply His people's need.
In these streams our souls bedewing,
That more fully we ensuing
Thirst of goodness and renewing,
Thirst more fully may allay:
We their holy doctrine follow
From the gulf that gapes to swallow,
And from pleasures vain and hollow
To the joys of heavenly Day.
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Some—but not so many as the editor thinks. For the sake of English hymnology, I am bound to claim the previous publication, either in the Hymni et Sequentiæ Medii Ævi, or in the Sequentiæ Ineditæ of
