| Hir litel child lay wepyng in hir arm, |
835 | And knelynge, pitously to hym she seyde, |
| "Pees, litel sone, I wol do thee noon harm." |
| With that hir coverchief on hir heed she breyde, |
| And over hise litel eyen she it leyde, |
| And in hir arm she lulleth it ful faste, |
840 | And into hevene hir eyen up she caste. |
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| Her little child lay crying in her arm, |
835 | And kneeling, piteously to him she said: |
| "Peace, little son, I will do you no harm." |
| With that the kerchief took she from her braid, |
| And binding it across his eyes, she laid |
| Again her arm about and lulled him fast |
840 | Asleep, and then to heaven her eyes up-cast. |
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