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 Another place he brought me to,

Most sad and dreadful to the view;

It grieved my heart to see the same

All full of sulphur, smoke and flame.

One looked at me both fierce and grim,

Which made me tremble every limb;

My soul was filled with dread and fear,

I said: How long must I be here?

To me the angel then replied:

Here, ever here, you must abide;

Except this room can cleansed be

There will be no relief for thee.

The Prince said: Father! be free

To give that little room to me;

I'll put it in another frame,

My own heart's blood to cleanse the same.

O then it was perfumed and done,

The King was willing that His Son

The greatest torture then could bear

To put the room in good repair.

His blood was thrown upon the floor,

And water then was sprinkled o'er;

The room was suddenly made clean

And not one spot was to be seen.

The angel came and said to me:

I now am come to set thee free.

then my joys were more and more

That I had seen my troubles o'er.

Again he brought me to the room,

Where was a smell of rich perfume;

I was amazed to see the same,

For it was in another frame.

Then to the angel I did say:

Interpret this to me, I pray,

Because it seemeth something strange

To see so wonderful a change.