Part 1 — A CAROL
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He came all so still Where His mother was, As dew in April That falleth on the grass.
He came all so still Where His mother lay, As dew in April That falleth on the spray.
He came all so still To His mother's bower, As dew in April That falleth on the flower.
Mother and maiden Was never none but she! Well might such a lady God's mother be.
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