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18 A SPRING SONG ON THE PASSION
When y se blosmes springe
ant here foules song,
a suete loue-longynge
myn herte þourhout stong,
al for a loue newe,
þat is so suete ant trewe,
þat gladieþ al my song;
ich wot al myd iwisse
my ioie ant eke my blisse
on him is al ylong.
ant here foules song,
a suete loue-longynge
myn herte þourhout stong,
al for a loue newe,
þat is so suete ant trewe,
þat gladieþ al my song;
ich wot al myd iwisse
my ioie ant eke my blisse
on him is al ylong.
When y miselue stonde
ant wiþ myn eȝen seo
þurled fot ant honde
wiþ grete nayles þreo—
blody wes ys heued,
on him nes nout bileued
þat wes of peynes freo—
wel wel ohte myn herte
for his loue to smerte
ant sike ant sory beo.
ant wiþ myn eȝen seo
þurled fot ant honde
wiþ grete nayles þreo—
blody wes ys heued,
on him nes nout bileued
þat wes of peynes freo—
wel wel ohte myn herte
for his loue to smerte
ant sike ant sory beo.
Iesu, milde ant softe,
ȝef me streynþe ant myht
longen sore ant ofte
to louye þe aryht,
pyne to þolie ant dreȝe
for þe, swete Marye;
þou art so fre ant bryht,
mayden ant moder mylde,
for loue of þine childe,
ernde vs heuene lyht.
ȝef me streynþe ant myht
longen sore ant ofte
to louye þe aryht,
pyne to þolie ant dreȝe
for þe, swete Marye;
þou art so fre ant bryht,
mayden ant moder mylde,
for loue of þine childe,
ernde vs heuene lyht.
Alas, þat y ne con
turne to him my þoht
ant cheosen him to lemmon;
so duere he vs haþ yboht,
wiþ woundes deope ant stronge,
wiþ peynes sore ant longe;
of loue ne conne we noht.
His blod þat feol to grounde
of hise suete wounde
of peyne vs haþ yboht.
turne to him my þoht
ant cheosen him to lemmon;
so duere he vs haþ yboht,
wiþ woundes deope ant stronge,
wiþ peynes sore ant longe;
of loue ne conne we noht.
His blod þat feol to grounde
of hise suete wounde
of peyne vs haþ yboht.
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Iesu, milde ant suete,
y synge þe mi song;
ofte y þe grete
ant preye þe among;
let me sunnes lete,
ant in þis lyue bete
þat ich haue do wrong;
at oure lyues ende,
when we shule wende,
Iesu, vs vndefong!
y synge þe mi song;
ofte y þe grete
ant preye þe among;
let me sunnes lete,
ant in þis lyue bete
þat ich haue do wrong;
at oure lyues ende,
when we shule wende,
Iesu, vs vndefong!
Amen.
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