Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 by George Gilfillan
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Hail, lodge that our Lord in lay,
The foremost that never was founden in fable; Hail, true, truthful, and tretable, Hail, chief ychosen of chastity, Hail, homely, hendy, and amiable: _To pray for us to thy Sone so free!_ AVE. II. Hail, star that never stinteth light; Hail, bush burning that never was brent; Hail, rightful ruler of every right, Shadow to shield that should be shent; Hail, blessed be you blossom bright, To truth and trust was thine intent; Hail, maiden and mother, most of might, Of all mischiefs an amendement; Hail, spice sprung that never was spent; Hail, throne of the Trinity; Hail, scion that God us soon to sent, _You pray for us thy Sone free!_ AVE. III. Hail, heartily in holiness; Hail, hope of help to high and low; Hail, strength and stel of stableness; Hail, window of heaven wowe; |
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