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THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT
Give me thy son. I will him bathe
Here where my one Son bathed hath.
Great virtue hath He evil scathe
And taint away to take.

[Holdeth the babe, swiftly unclothing him.

Now in the water I thee lay.
My Baby's Father, take away
This baby's leprosy, I pray,
Even for Thy sweet Son's sake!
[She raiseth the babe from the water, wholly cleansed,
and layeth him rosy in his mother's lap.

Mary.

Here is thy Dimas. Lift thine eyes!
See how he sweet and rosy lies
That piteous was and food for sighs.
Now, sister, praise the Lord!

Leah (falleth down).

I praise His Name, and thee He sent,
His angel and His instrument,
To work on me His good intent,
And on my babe and bird.

Mary.

Praise me not. But if thou wilt, praise
My Baby through thy length of days,
And praise His Father who had grace
And pity for thy need.

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