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MEDIEVAL EVENTIDE SONG
I wolde not lose ye lyttel lamb that Godde hath lent to me;
If I colde sing that angell songe, how joy some I sholde be!
For, with mine arms about him, and my musick in his eare,
What angell songe of paradize soever sholde I feare?
Soe come, my lyttel childe, and he upon my breast to-night,
For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,
And yonder sings that angell, as onely angells may,
And his songe ben of a garden that bloometh farre awaye.
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