14. Fourteenth Carol

 

(I sing of a maiden)

I sing of a maiden, matchless was she;

King of all Kings her Son was to be.

He came all so still, there His mother was,

As dew in April that falls on the grass.

 

He came all so still to His mother’s bower,

As dew in April that falls on the flower.

 

He came all so still, there His mother lay,

As dew in April that falls on the spray.

 

Mother and maiden, ne’er non was but she;

Well may such Ladie God’s own mother be.

 

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