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 I wolde not lose ye lyttel lamb that Godde hath lent to me; If I colde sing that angell songe, how joy some I sholde be! For, with mine arms about him, and my musick in his eare, What angell songe of paradize soever sholde I feare?

Soe come, my lyttel childe, and he upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may, And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.