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 To Kevlaar went many on crutches, Who now can dance all night; And many now play on the viol Whose fingers were helpless quite.

The mother took a wax - light, And thereout shaped a heart: "Take that to our dear Lord's Mother, And she will cure thy smart."

Sighing he took the wax heart And knelt to the holy form; The tears from his eyes outstreaming, And the words from his heart blood-warm:

"Thou blessèd among women, God's Virgin pure from taint, Thou Queen of the highest Heaven, To thee I bring my plaint!

"I lived with my dear mother In the city of Cologne, The city for many hundreds Of churches and chapels known.