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XVIII. THE ORISON OF OUR LADY
On god ureisun of ure lefdi. [f. 120 v]
Cristes milde moder seynte marie.
Mines liues leome mi leoue lefdi.
to þe ich buwe & mine kneon ich beie.
and al min heorte blod to ðe ich offrie.
þu ert mire soule liht. & mine heorte blisse. [ 5]
Mi lif & mi tohope min heale mid iwisse.
Jch ouh wurðie ðe mid alle mine mihte
and singge þe lofsong bi daie & bi nihte.
vor þu me hauest iholpen aueole kunne wise.
and ibrouht of helle in to paradise. [ 10]
Jch hit þonkie ðe mi leoue lefdi.
and þonkie wulle þe hwule ðet ich liuie.
alle cristene men owen don ðe wur's'chipe.
and singen ðe lofsong mid swuðe muchele gledschipe.
vor ðu ham hauest alesed of deoflene honde. [ 15]
and i send mid blisse to englene londe. [16. isend] d corr. out of t.]
wel owe we þe luuien mi swete lefdi. [f. 121 r]
wel owen we uor þine luue ure heorte beien.
þu ert briht & blisful ouer alle wummen.
and god ðu ert & gode leof ouer alle wepmen. [ 20]
alle meidene were wurðeð þe one.
vor þu ert hore blostme biuoren godes trone.
nis no wummon iboren þet ðe beo iliche.
ne non þer nis þin eming wið inne heoueriche.
heih is þi kinestol onuppe cherubine. [ 25]
biuoren ðine leoue sune wid innen seraphine.
Murie dreameð engles biuoren þin onsene.
pleieð & sw'e'ieð & singeð. bitweonen.
Swuðe wel ham likeð biuoren þe to beonne.