The angel said, “God liketh thy request, And bothë, with the palm of martyrdom, Ye shallë come unto this blissful rest.” And, with that word, Tiburce his brother came. And when that he the savour undernome 4504 Which that the roses and the lilies cast, Within his heart he gan to wonder fast;

And said; “I wonder, this time of the year, Whencë that sweetë savour cometh so Of rose and lilies, that I smellë here; For though I had them in mine handës two, The savour might in me no deeper go; The sweetë smell, that in my heart I find, Hath changed me all in another kind.” 4505