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She blesseth hir, and with ful pitous voys 450 Unto the croys of Crist thus seyde she, "O cleere, o welful auter, hooly croys, Reed of the lambes blood, ful of pitee, That wesshe the world fro the olde iniquitee, Me fro the feend and fro his clawes kepe, 455 That day that I shal drenchen in the depe.

She crossed herself, and in a pious voice 450 Unto the Cross of Jesus thus said she: "O bright, O blessed Altar of my choice, Red with the lamb's blood full of all pity, That washed the world from old iniquity, Me from the devil and from his claws, oh keep 455 That day when I shall drown within the deep!

Victorious tree, proteccioun of trewe, That oonly worthy were for to bere The Kyng of Hevene with his woundes newe, The white lamb that hurt was with the spere, 460 Flemere of feendes out of hym and here On which thy lymes feithfully extenden, Me keep, and yif me myght my lyf tamenden."

Victorious Tree, Protection of the true, The only thing that worthy was to bear The King of Heaven with his wounds so new, The white lamb who was pierced through with the spear, 460 Driver of devils out of him and her Who on Thine arms do lay themselves in faith, Keep me and give me grace before my death!"

Yeres and dayes fleteth this creature Thurghout the See of Grece unto the Strayte 465 Of Marrok, as it was hir aventure. On many a sory meel now may she bayte; After hir deeth ful often may she wayte, Er that the wilde wawes wol hire dryve Unto the place ther she shal arryve.

For years and days drifted this maiden pure, Through all the seas of Greece and to the strait 465 Of dark Gibraltar dier she adventure; On many a sorry meal now may she bait; Upon her death full often may she wait Before the wild waves and the winds shall drive Her vessel where it shall some day arrive.

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