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And her embracing said, O happie earth,
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread,
Most vertuous virgin borne of heavenly berth,
That, to redeeme thy woefull parents head,
From tyrans rage, and ever dying dread,[°]
Hast wandred through the world now long a day;[°]
Yet ceasest not thy weary soles to lead,[°]
What grace hath thee now hither brought this way?
Or doen thy feeble feet unweeting hither stray?