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This mayden, bright Cecilie, as hir lyf seith, |
| Was comen of Romayns, and of noble kynde, |
| And from hir cradel up fostred in the feith |
| Of Crist, and bar his gospel in hir mynde. |
| She nevere cessed, as I writen fynde, |
125 | Of hir preyere, and God to love and drede, |
| Bisekynge hym to kepe hir maydenhede. |
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120 | This virgin bright, Cecilia, her life saith, |
| Was Roman born and of a noble kind, |
| And from the cradle tutored in the faith |
| Of Christ, and bore his gospel in her mind; |
| She never ceased, as written do I find, |
125 | To pray to God, and love him, and to fear, |
| Beseeching him to keep her virginity clear. |
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