Deliver us for thy descent Into the Virgin, whose wombe was a place Of middle kind; and thou being sent To'ungratious us, staid'st at her full of grace; And through thy poore birth, where first thou Glorifiedst Povertie, And yet soone after riches didst allow, By accepting Kings gifts in the Epiphanie, Deliver, and make us, to both waies free.
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