The Assumption

‘Com my swete, com my flowr,
Com my culver, myn owne bowr,
Com my moder now with me,
For Heven-quene I make thee.’

‘My swete Sone, with al my love
I com with thee to thyn above;
Wher thou art now let me be,
For al my love is laid on thee.’
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