Knowest thou, sweet Mary,
Whereto I aspire?
It is my hope to love thee,
This is my desire.
I would ever be near thee,
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 thee.
Loving Mother! tell me
What thou wilt of me.
More I cannot offer,
Lo! I bring my heart;
Lovingly I give it,
Never from thee to part.
Lady, thou didst take it,
It is no longer mine:
Long since thou didst love it,
And its love was thine!
Do not, then, forsake me,
Mother of sweet Love,
Till one day thou see me
Safe in Heaven above.
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