‘Oh was I now but alive again, The space of one half hour! Oh that I had my peace secure! Then the devil should have no power.’ _110. The Holy Well_ I As it fell out one May morning, And upon one bright holiday, Sweet Jesus asked of his dear mother, If he might go to play. II ‘To play, to play, sweet Jesus shall go, And to play pray get you gone; And let me hear of no complaint At night when you come home.’ III Sweet Jesus went down to yonder town, As far as the Holy Well, And there did see as fine children As any tongue can tell. IV He said, ‘God bless you every one, And your bodies Christ save and see: Little children, shall I play with you, And you shall play with me?’ V But they made answer to him, ‘No: They were lords and ladies all; And he was but a maiden’s child, Born in an ox’s stall.’ VI Sweet Jesus turnèd him around, And he neither laughed nor smiled, But the tears came trickling from his eyes To be but a maiden’s child. VII Sweet Jesus turnèd him about, To his mother’s dear home went he, And said, ‘I have been in yonder town, As far as you can see. VIII ‘I have been down in yonder town As far as the Holy Well, There did I meet as fine children As any tongue can tell. IX ‘I bid God bless them every one, And their bodies Christ save and see: Little children, shall I play with you, And you shall play with me? X ‘But they made answer to me, No: They were lords and ladies all; And I was but a maiden’s child, Born in an ox’s stall.’-- XI ‘Though you are but a maiden’s child, Born in an ox’s stall, Thou art the Christ, the King of heaven, And the Saviour of them all. XII ‘Sweet Jesus, go down to yonder town As far as the Holy Well, And take away those sinful souls, And dip them deep in hell.’ XIII ‘Nay, nay,’ sweet Jesus said, ‘Nay, nay, that may not be, For there are too many sinful souls Crying out for the help of me.’ _111. The Seven Virgins_ I All under the leaves and the leaves of life I met with virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild, Our Lord’s mother of Heaven. II ‘O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids, All under the leaves of life? Come tell, come tell, what seek you All under the leaves of life?’ III ‘We’re seeking for no leaves, Thomas, But for a friend of thine; We’re seeking for sweet Jesus Christ, To be our guide and thine.’ IV ‘Go down, go down, to yonder town, And sit in the gallery, And there you’ll see sweet Jesus Christ Nail’d to a big yew-tree.’ V