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I / In the beginning was the Word next God; / God was the Word, the Word no less was He: / This was in the beginning, to my mode / Of thinking, and without Him nought could be: / Therefore, just Lord! from out thy high abode, / Benign and pious, bid an angel flee, / One only, to be my companion, who / Shall help my famous, worthy, old song through.
II / And thou, oh Virgin! daughter, mother, bride, / Of the same Lord, who gave to you each key / Of Heaven, and Hell, and every thing beside, / The day thy Gabriel said "All hail! " to thee, / Since to thy servants Pity's ne'er denied, / With flowing rhymes, a pleasant style and free, / Be to my verses then benignly kind, / And to the end illuminate my mind.