麒麟小说

THE TALE（第8页）

butjesuschrist，asyeinbookesfind

willthathisglorylastandbeinmind;

and，fortheworship*ofhistherdear，*glory

yetmayisingoalmaloudandclear。

"thiswell*ofmercy，christesthersweet，*fountain

ilovedalway，aftermyconning:**knowledge

andwhenthatimylifeshouldforlete，**leave

tomeshecame，andbademefortosing

thisanthemverilyinmydying，

asyehaveheard;and，whenthatihadsung，

methoughtshelaidagrainuponmytongue。

"whereforeising，andsingimustcertain，

inhonourofthatblissfulmaidenfree，

tillfrommytongueofftakenisthegrain。

andafterthatthussaideshetome;

mylittlechild，thenwillifetchethee，

whenthatthegrainisfromthytonguetake:

benotaghast，*iwilltheenotforsake。"*afraid

thisholynk，thisabbothimmeani，

histongueoutcaught，andtookawaythegrain;

andhegaveuptheghostfullsoftely。

andwhenthisabbothadthiswonderseen，

hissaltetearestrickleddownasrain:

andgroff*hefellallflatupontheground，*prostrate，grovelling

andstillhelay，ashehadbeeny-bound。

theconvent*layekeonthepavement*allthenks

weeping，andherying*christstherdear。*praising

andafterthattheyrose，andforththeywent，

andtookawaythismartyrfromhisbier，

andinatombofmarblestonesclear