“Now, Sir,” quoth she, “but one word ere I go; My child is dead within these weekës two, Soon after that ye went out of this town.” “His death saw I by revelatioún,” Said this friar, “at home in our dortour. 2297 I dare well say, that less than half an hour After his death, I saw him borne to bliss In minë vision, so God me wiss. 2298 So did our sexton, and our fermerere, 2299 That have been truë friars fifty year⁠— They may now, God be thanked of his love, Makë their jubilee, and walk above. 2300 And up I rose, and all our convent eke, With many a tearë trilling on my cheek, Withoutë noise or clattering of bells, “Te Deum” was our song, and nothing else, Save that to Christ I bade an orison, Thanking him of my revelatión. For, Sir and Damë, trustë me right well, Our orisons be more effectuel,