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[All hayle and be gladde/moste noble and Moder dere]
All hayle and be gladde/moste noble and Moder dereOf Ihesu christe/Uirgyne moost pure and clene
Deseruynge oonly by grace/and lyuynge moost clere
To be of that dignytie/thou celestyall Quene
To perce the Heuyns/that beeth so serene
And next to the Trone/of the hygh Trinitee
Thou arte admytted/for to holde thy see.
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