VII “A little school of Christian
people stood
Down
at the farther end, in which there were
A
nest of children come of Christian blood,
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That
learned in that school from year to year
Such
sort of doctrine as men used there,
That
is to say, to sing and read also,
As
little children in their childhood do.
VIII “Among these children was
a Widow’s son, 50
A
little scholar, scarcely seven years old, [C]
Who
day by day unto this school hath gone,
And
eke, when he the image did behold
Of
Jesu’s Mother, as he had been told,
This
Child was wont to kneel adown and say
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Ave
Marie, as he goeth by the way.
IX “This Widow thus her little
Son hath taught
Our
blissful Lady, Jesu’s Mother dear,
To
worship aye, and he forgat it not;
For
simple infant hath a ready ear.
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Sweet
is the holiness of youth: and hence,
Calling
to mind this matter when I may,
Saint
Nicholas in my presence standeth aye,
For
he so young to Christ did reverence. [D]
X “This little Child, while
in the school he sate 65
His
Primer conning with an earnest cheer, [E]
The
whilst the rest their anthem-book repeat
The
Alma Redemptoris did he hear;
And
as he durst he drew him near and near,
And
hearkened to the words and to the note,
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Till
the first verse he learned it all by rote.
XI “This Latin knew he nothing
what it said,
For
he too tender was of age to know;
But
to his comrade he repaired, and prayed
That
he the meaning of this song would show,
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And
unto him declare why men sing so;
This
oftentimes, that he might be at ease,
This
child did him beseech on his bare knees.
XII “His Schoolfellow, who elder
was than he,
Answered
him thus:—’This song, I have heard
say, 80
Was
fashioned for our blissful Lady free;
Her
to salute, and also her to pray
To
be our help upon our dying day:
If
there is more in this, I know it not:
Song
do I learn,—small grammar I have got.’
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XIII “’And is this song
fashioned in reverence
Of
Jesu’s Mother?’ said this Innocent;
’Now,
certes, I will use my diligence
To
con it all ere Christmas-tide be spent;
Although
I for my Primer shall be shent, 90
And
shall be beaten three times in an hour,
Our
Lady I will praise with all my power.’