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35 30 Unfeignéd I deignéd my blood for to shed : My feet and handės sore The sturdy nailės bore : What might I suffer more Than I have done , O man , for thee ? Come when thou list , welcome to me , Woefully arrayed .
35 30 Unfeignéd I deignéd my blood for to shed : My feet and handės sore The sturdy nailės bore : What might I suffer more Than I have done , O man , for thee ? Come when thou list , welcome to me , Woefully arrayed .
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Gave thee life , and bid thee feed , By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , wooly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little Lamb , who made thee ?
Gave thee life , and bid thee feed , By the stream and o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , wooly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little Lamb , who made thee ?
Pagina 435
Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet , Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome ? Then I chant it for thee , I glorify thee above all , I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come , come unfalteringly .
Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet , Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome ? Then I chant it for thee , I glorify thee above all , I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come , come unfalteringly .
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