And in þe aire him thoght he sigh
Þe same cros þat crist was on done,
And a voice sayd þus to him sone:
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"Ordayne þine armes on þis kin wise,
Þan sal þou ouercum þine enmise;
And in þis figure fully þou trayst,
Þan thar þe no thing be abaist;
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Mak þis in þine armes forþi,
Þan sall þou haue þe victori."
In hoc vince.
He wakkend þan and was ful glad, [folio 150]
For he so gude herting þan had;
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Vp he rase with hert ful light
And to his moder he went ful right,
Þat was saynt Elyne þe noble quene,
And tolde vnto hir ilkdele bidene;
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Of þis tithing scho was ful fayne
And gert ordan, with al hir mayne,
Þat he suld haue swilk armes dight,
Als he had sene by gastly sight;
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His awin armes sone doun war laid
And þe cros in his scheld purtraid,
Byfore him in batayle to bere,
And so he went furth to þe were;
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And thurgh þe vertu of þe croyce,
Als he was warned by gastly voyce,
Al his enmis he ouer-come
And broght þe victori to Rome.
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Saint Elyne þan was wunder fayne
Þat hir sun was cumen safe ogayne,
And þat ilk figure of þe rode
Honurde þai with mayn and mode;
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Bot of þe cros no thing þai knew,
Ne no thing wist þai of Ihesu,
Ne no thing wist þai what it ment
Þat þai honurd with gude entent.
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