Sister, I have sene mi gretest tresure,
He callit me Mary by my name,
And spake with me homlye.
Warton, in his “History of English Poetry,” has published a few fragments of poems on the Passion, which he ascribes to the reigns of Henry III. and Edward I. There is a harmony in the versification of the following that one scarcely looks for at so early a date:—
Jhesu for thi muckle might
Thou gif us of Thi grace,
That we may day and night
Thinken of Thi face:
In myn herte it doth me gode
Whan y thinke on Jhesu blod,