ABSTRACT
fifteenth century Toward thy chapel, Mother of God, Ever for comfort My feet have trod. Maid and Mother, attend me there. Before thine altar With candles tall, I let my cares Like a cloak down-fall. Maid and Mother, my heart prepare. I give thee worship, Mother and Maid; On thy compassion My sins are laid. Maid and Mother, heed my prayer. Maid, I have loved thee Since I was maiden. Now that with child My womb is laden, Mother of Christ, thy daughter spare. Though all unworthy, Maiden Mother, Thy spirit come To protect another, That I, like thee, a son may bear. O grant this gift That hath no price, Mary, Queen Of Paradise, Mother of Heaven, maid most fair! Thy servant kneels at the altar stair.
