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A laurel crown set on her head.
Spangled with rubies and with gold;
A bright white palm she always had,
Glorious it was for to behold;
Her face did shine like to the sun,
like threads of gold her hair hung down
Her eyes like lamps unto the moon:
Of precious stones rich was her crown,
Angels and saints did welcome her,
The heavenly choir did sing rejoice;
King David with his harp was there;
The silver bells gave a great noise.
Such music and such melody,
Was neither ever heard or seen,
When this poor saint was plac'd so high
And of her sins made freely clean;
But then when thus she was possest,
And looked back on all her fears,
And that she was come to her rest,
Free'd from her sins, and all her tears,
She from her head did take the crown,
Giving all praise to Christ on high,
And at his feet she laid it down,
For that the Lamb hath made her free,
Now doth she sing triumphantly,
And shall rejoice for evermore
O'er death and hell victoriously,
With lasting spirits laid in store.
FINIS.
