A Little Hymn to Mary
Haill! Quene of Heven and steren of blis,
Sen that thy sone thy fader is,
How suld he ony thing thee warn,
And thou his mother and he thy barne?
Haill! freshe fontane that springes new,
The rute and crope of all vertue.
Thou polist gem without offence,
Thou bair the Lambe of Innocence.
Sen that thy sone thy fader is,
How suld he ony thing thee warn,
And thou his mother and he thy barne?
Haill! freshe fontane that springes new,
The rute and crope of all vertue.
Thou polist gem without offence,
Thou bair the Lambe of Innocence.
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