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 'So be it!' God's hand-maiden cried,

'According to thy telling.'

Whereon the Angel smartly hied

Up home-ward to his dwelling.

This tiding fill'd his mates with glee:

'Twas pass'd from one to other,

That 'twas Marie, and none but she,

And God would call her Mother.

Virgin's Child

Most meek and mild,

A-lonely for my sake

His Father's will

For to fulfil,

He came great pains to take

And suffer'd death,

As Scripture saith,

That we should savèd be,

On Good Friday:

Wherefore I say,

He mournèd sore for me.

Such pain and smart

As in His heart

He suffer'd for mankind,

Can no man take,

Nor mourning make

So meekly for his friend.

The cruel Jews