OLD CAROL
drop-capHecame all so stillWhere His mother was,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the grass.He came all so stillTo His mother’s bower,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the flower.He came all so stillWhere His mother lay,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the spray.Mother and maidenWas never none but she;Well may such a ladyGod’s mother be.
drop-capHecame all so stillWhere His mother was,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the grass.He came all so stillTo His mother’s bower,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the flower.He came all so stillWhere His mother lay,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the spray.Mother and maidenWas never none but she;Well may such a ladyGod’s mother be.
drop-capHecame all so stillWhere His mother was,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the grass.
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Hecame all so still
Where His mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.
He came all so stillTo His mother’s bower,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the flower.
He came all so still
To His mother’s bower,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flower.
He came all so stillWhere His mother lay,As dew in AprilThat falleth on the spray.
He came all so still
Where His mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.
Mother and maidenWas never none but she;Well may such a ladyGod’s mother be.
Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
God’s mother be.
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