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He came al so still

To his mother's hour. As dew in April

That falleth on the flour.

He came al so still

There his mother lay, As dew in April

That falleth on the spray.

Mother and maiden

Was never none but she; Well may such a lady

Goddes mother be.

. Quiet slmore Langueo

I5th Cent. (?) T N a valley of this restles mind

• I sought in mountain and in mead,

Trusting a true love for to find. Upon an hill then took I heed; A voice I heard (and near I yede) In great dolour complaining tho : See, dear soul, how my sides bleed Quia amore langueo.

Upon this hill I found a tree, Under a tree a man sitting ; From head to foot wounded was he; His hearte blood I saw bleeding : A seemly man to be a king, A gracious face to look unto. I asked why he had paining; [He said,] Quia amore Jangueo.

yede] went.

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