Classic Poem

Mercy abid and loke all day,
Whan man fro senne will wende awey.
If senne ne were, mercy ne were non;
If mercy be cald, he comet anon.
Mercy is redy there senne is mest,
And mercy is lattest there senne is lest.
Lord, gef me grace my senne to see,
That night and day I mow hem flee
And comen to that iche blisse to,
That evere shall lesten withouten wo.