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MEDIÆVAL HYMNS.
From the dungeon and the cave
Had the Law no power to save:
While the wounded traveller lay
Breathing of his soul away,
There the Priest[1] no aidance gave,
Word of hope had none to say.
So the Levite, passing by,
On him cast an idle eye:
For the Law, that sin displayed,
Showed its stain, but gave no aid,
Till to succour her drew nigh,
Grace, with mightier powers arrayed.
Prophet's staff was sent before,
But the child was ne'er the more
Raised to life, until He came
Who had sent afore the same:
God and man, whom Mary bore,
Taking of an infant frame.[2]
