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Betwene the Cytee and the Chirche of Bethlehem is the felde	A
Floridus that is to seyne the feld florisched For als	B
moche as a fayre Mayden was blamed with wrong and	C
sclaundred that sche hadde don fornicacioun for whiche	D
cause sche was demed to the dethe and to be brent in that	E
place to the whiche sche was ladd And as the fyre began to	F
brenne about hire she made hire preyeres to oure Lord that	E
als wissely as sche was not gylty of that synne that he	G
wold help hire and make it to be knowen to alle men of his	H
mercyfulle grace and whanne she had thus seyd sche entered	I
into the fuyer and anon was the fuyer quenched and oute	I
and the brondes that weren brennynge becomen white Roseres	H
fulle of roses and theise weren the first Roseres and	I
roses bothe white and rede that evere ony man saughe And	I
thus was this Maiden saved be the Grace of God	I
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'The Voiage and Travaile of Sir John Maundevile'	J
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Nay EDITH spare the rose it lives it lives	H
It feels the noon tide sun and drinks refresh'd	I
The dews of night let not thy gentle hand	I
Tear sunder its life fibres and destroy	K
The sense of being why that infidel smile	J
Come I will bribe thee to be merciful	J
And thou shall have a tale of other times	H
For I am skill'd in legendary lore	L
So thou wilt let it live There was a time	M
Ere this the freshest sweetest flower that blooms	H
Bedeck'd the bowers of earth Thou hast not heard	I
How first by miracle its fragrant leaves	H
Spread to the sun their blushing loveliness	H
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There dwelt at Bethlehem a Jewish maid	I
And Zillah was her name so passing fair	N
That all Judea spake the damsel's praise	H
He who had seen her eyes' dark radiance	H
How quick it spake the soul and what a soul	J
Beam'd in its mild effulgence woe was he	G
For not in solitude for not in crowds	H
Might he escape remembrance or avoid	I
Her imaged form that followed every where	N
And fill'd the heart and fix'd the absent eye	O
Woe was he for her bosom own'd no love	P
Save the strong ardours of religious zeal	J
For Zillah on her God had centered all	J
Her spirit's deep affections So for her	Q
Her tribes men sigh'd in vain yet reverenced	I
The obdurate virtue that destroyed their hopes	H
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One man there was a vain and wretched man	R
Who saw desired despair'd and hated her	Q
His sensual eye had gloated on her cheek	S
Even till the flush of angry modesty	I
Gave it new charms and made him gloat the more	L
She loath'd the man for Hamuel's eye was bold	I
And the strong workings of brute selfishness	H
Had moulded his broad features and she fear'd	I
The bitterness of wounded vanity	I
That with a fiendish hue would overcast	I
His faint and lying smile Nor vain her fear	T
For Hamuel vowed revenge and laid a plot	I
Against her virgin fame He spread abroad	I
Whispers that travel fast and ill reports	H
That soon obtain belief that Zillah's eye	O
When in the temple heaven ward it was rais'd	I
Did swim with rapturous zeal but there were those	H
Who had beheld the enthusiast's melting glance	H
With other feelings fill'd that 'twas a task	U
Of easy sort to play the saint by day	I
Before the public eye but that all eyes	H
Were closed at night that Zillah's life was foul	J
Yea forfeit to the law	J
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Shame shame to man	R
That he should trust so easily the tongue	V
That stabs another's fame the ill report	I
Was heard repeated and believed and soon	W
For Hamuel by most damned artifice	H
Produced such semblances of guilt the Maid	I
Was judged to shameful death	X
Without the walls	H
There was a barren field a place abhorr'd	I
For it was there where wretched criminals	H
Were done to die and there they built the stake	Y
And piled the fuel round that should consume	Z
The accused Maid abandon'd as it seem'd	I
By God and man The assembled Bethlemites	H
Beheld the scene and when they saw the Maid	I
Bound to the stake with what calm holiness	H
She lifted up her patient looks to Heaven	A2
They doubted of her guilt With other thoughts	H
Stood Hamuel near the pile him savage joy	K
Led thitherward but now within his heart	I
Unwonted feelings stirr'd and the first pangs	H
Of wakening guilt anticipating Hell	J
The eye of Zillah as it glanced around	I
Fell on the murderer once but not in wrath	B2
And therefore like a dagger it had fallen	A2
Had struck into his soul a cureless wound	I
Conscience thou God within us not in the hour	Q
Of triumph dost thou spare the guilty wretch	D
Not in the hour of infamy and death	X
Forsake the virtuous they draw near the stake	Y
And lo the torch hold hold your erring hands	H
Yet quench the rising flames they rise they spread	I
They reach the suffering Maid oh God protect	I
The innocent one	A2
They rose they spread they raged	I
The breath of God went forth the ascending fire	Q
Beneath its influence bent and all its flames	H
In one long lightning flash collecting fierce	H
Darted and blasted Hamuel him alone	C2
Hark what a fearful scream the multitude	I
Pour forth and yet more miracles the stake	Y
Buds out and spreads its light green leaves and bowers	H
The innocent Maid and roses bloom around	I
Now first beheld since Paradise was lost	I
And fill with Eden odours all the air	N

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