LESTENYT,1 lordynges, both elde and yinge,
How this rose began to sprynge;
Swych a rose to myn lykynge
       In al this word2 ne knowe I non.

The aungil came fro hevene tour
To grete Marye with gret honour,
And seyde sche xuld3 bere the flour
       That xulde breke the fyndes4 bond.

The flour sprong in heye Bedlem,
That is bothe bryht and schen:5
The rose is Mary, hevene qwen,6
       Out of here bosum the blosme sprong.

The ferste braunche is ful of myht,
That sprong on Cyrstemesse nyht,
The sterre schon over Bedlem bryht
       That is bothe brod and long.

The secunde braunche sprong to helle,
The fendys power doun to felle:
Therein myht non sowle dwelle;
       Blyssid be the time the rose sprong!

The thredde braunche is good and swote,
It sprang to hevene, crop and rote,
Therein to dwellyn and ben our bote;7
       Every day it schewit in prystes hond.

Prey we to here with gret honour,
She that bar the blyssid flowr,
She be our helpe and our socour
       And schyld us fro the fyndes bond.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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