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While as the truth was lying hid,
 And veritie unknown,
And Christ his incarnation
 Was not revealed nor known.

And yet albeit this day it be
 Of virtue lean and bare,
Yet does it hold, and it retains
 Some customs keeped there—.

There then triumphed over us
 That sovereign gentle lord,
And carried at his golden chair
 There coupled in a cord.

These whom he took in circling so
 The world round about,
Even from the Indes to Thule isle,
 The westmost part without—.

There roses gathered in that time
 When winter's blast does boast;
There ice even in the hottest days;
 At midsummer, there frost.—

The valley where this triumph was
 With murmurs did abound,