Classic Poem

Blessed be that lady bright,
That bare a child of great might,
Withouten peine, as it was right,
Maid, mother, Mary.

Goddis sonne is borne:
His moder is a maid,
Both after and beforne,
As the prophecy said,
With ay.
A wonder thing it is to see
How maiden and moder one may be:
Was there never nonne but she,
Maid, moder, Mary.

The great Lord of Heaven
Our servant is become,
Thorow Gabriel's steven,
Our kind have benome,
With ay.
A wonder thing it is to see
How lord and servant one may be:
Was there never nonne but he,
Born of maid Mary.

Two sons together they
Ought to shine bright:
So did that fayer lady,
Whan Jesu in her light,
With ay.
A wonder thing is fall,
The Lord that bought free and thrall
Is found in an ass's stall
By his moder Mary.