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Lady, that in
the prime of earliest youth
Wisely hast shunned the
broad way and the green,
And with those few art
eminently seen,
That labour up the hill of heavenly
truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth
Chosen thou hast; and they that overween,
And at thy
growing virtues fret their spleen,
No anger find in
thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixed, and
zealously attends
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds
of light,
And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be
sure
Thou, when the Bridegroom with His feastful
friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.
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