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Queen Most Fair

Do you know, sweet Mary,
Whereto I aspire?
It is my hope to love You,
This is my desire.

I would ever be near You,
Queen most fair and sweet!
Do not, do not drive me
From my Mother's feet.

Then, O Rose most lovely!
Let me hear from You.
Loving Mother! tell me
What thou wilt of me.

More I cannot offer,
Lo! I bring my heart;
Lovingly I give it,
Never from You to part.

Lady, please take it,
It is no longer mine:
Long since you loved it,
And its love was thine!

Do not, then, forsake me,
Mother of sweet Love,
Till one day you see me
Safe in Heaven above.