Hevene Quene: Edi Beo Thu
Peter Xifaras
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Edi beo thu, hevene quene, Folkes froure and engles blis, Moder unwemmed and maiden clene, Swich in world non other nis. On thee hit is wel eth sene, Of all wimmen thu havest thet pris Mi swete levedi, her mi bene And reu of me yif thi wille is. Thu asteghe so the daiy rewe The deleth from the deorke nicht Of thee sprong a leome newe That al this world haveth ilight. Nis non maide of thine heowe Swo fair, so schene, so rudi, swo bricht Swete levedi, of me thu reowe And have merci of thin knicht. Spronge blostme of one rote, The Holi Gost thee reste upon Thet wes for monkunnes bote And heore soule to alesen for on. Levedi milde, softe and swote, Ic crie thee merci, ic am thi mon, Bothe to honde and to fote, On alle wise that ic kon. Thu erteorthe to gode sede On thee lighte heovene deugh Of thee sprong theo edi blede The Holy Gost hire on thee seugh. Thu bring us ut of kare of drede That Eve bitterliche us breugh. Thu sschalt us into heovene lede Welle swete is the ilke deugh.
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