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[Miraculum de Milite]
A kniȝt þer was alonde wile gret man wiþ alle iwis
Attelaste he him biþoȝte þat þe worle was of lite pris
Al is nobleie he bileuede and into religion wende
To serui God & oure Leuedi is lif forto amende
Attelaste he him biþoȝte þat þe worle was of lite pris
Al is nobleie he bileuede and into religion wende
To serui God & oure Leuedi is lif forto amende
Is breþeren him wolde teche is beden as riȝt was & lawe
Is Pater Noster & Crede and he it wolde leorne fawe
He nemiȝte neuere for no þing vnderstonde þerof more
Bote Aue Maria þis to word it him of þoȝte wel sore
Þo hi nemiȝte him teche more mid loue ne mid eiȝe
He let him iworþe & leorne wel þulke wordes tweie
Is Pater Noster & Crede and he it wolde leorne fawe
He nemiȝte neuere for no þing vnderstonde þerof more
Bote Aue Maria þis to word it him of þoȝte wel sore
Þo hi nemiȝte him teche more mid loue ne mid eiȝe
He let him iworþe & leorne wel þulke wordes tweie
Þis kniȝt boþe niȝt and day on oure Leuedi gan crie
In god entente þis to word he sede Aue Marie
He necouþe neuere oþer bede wiþ gode wille he ȝam sede
And wiþ þulke wiþoute mo al is lif he gan lede
Þo he wende out of þis world as we solleþ efsone
Me burede him faire as riȝt was such mon forto done
In god entente þis to word he sede Aue Marie
He necouþe neuere oþer bede wiþ gode wille he ȝam sede
And wiþ þulke wiþoute mo al is lif he gan lede
Þo he wende out of þis world as we solleþ efsone
Me burede him faire as riȝt was such mon forto done
Out of is buriels þer werþ sone a fair lilie and hey
Þe floures wiȝt so eny milk as al þe contreie isey
In ech lef þer was iwrite wiþ lettres of golde rede
Þeos to wordes Aue Marie þat he so ofte sede
Þat folk spak þerof wide and wondrede muche þer uore
So þat hy nome ȝam to rede to loke wat were þe more
Þe floures wiȝt so eny milk as al þe contreie isey
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Þeos to wordes Aue Marie þat he so ofte sede
Þat folk spak þerof wide and wondrede muche þer uore
So þat hy nome ȝam to rede to loke wat were þe more
Hi dolue and fonde þe lilie weie riȝt out of is mouþe
Gret ioie hadde þat folk alle þat þe encheson couþe
And iseie hou god it was oure Leuedi forto grete
Ȝute we wolleþ telle more of hure [] he[o] is so god & swete
Gret ioie hadde þat folk alle þat þe encheson couþe
And iseie hou god it was oure Leuedi forto grete
Ȝute we wolleþ telle more of hure [] he[o] is so god & swete
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