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CLX. O clemens, o pia,
O dulcis Maria.
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Sith thou hast born the kyng of grace,The lorde, the prynce of euery place,
Be oure confort in euery case,
O dulcis Maria.
2
Whatte thou wilte axe of thy swete sone,In heuen and erthe itte schalle be done:
For thy mekenes this hast thou wonne,
O dulcis Maria.
3
Therfore, sith thou art quene of blys,In tyme of nede haue mynde of this:
Of thy conforte lete us notte mys,
O dulcis Maria.
4
O dere suster, o mylde moder,Pray to thy sone Crist, oure broder,
Sith thou mayst best of alle oder,
O dulcis Maria.
5
Vppon mankynde do thou thy cure,So thatte of blysse we may be sure,
Wherof the ioy schalle ay endure,
O dulcis Maria.
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