The Poems of Thomas Pestell Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan |
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Made of a Woman
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Made of a Woman
Made of a woman; Heark you RaceOf men; no more this Sex disgrace:
The Lord of Glory leaves his place
To Bour with Mary full of Grace.
God above all thats great or good,
Is made of womans flesh and blood.
How rare a Vivary was this,
Our Lord within our Lady is.
O look! Amazed Angels look,
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Till that Babes blood unclose the seal,
And so himself, himself reveal.
The woman first that wrought our wo
Remember first, from man did grow.
Here all by Virgins blood was done,
Gods only Partner in his Son
Made of a woman; Heark you Race
Of men; no more this Sex disgrace.
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