O.

O very light of eyen that be blind!

O very lust* of labour and distress! *relief, pleasure

O treasurer of bounty to mankind!

The whom God chose to mother for humbless!

From his ancill* <6> he made thee mistress *handmaid

Of heav’n and earth, our *billes up to bede;* *offer up our petitions*

This world awaiteth ever on thy goodness;

For thou ne failedst never wight at need.

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