When she this heard, in swoon adown she falleth For piteous joy; and after her swooning, She both her youngë children to her calleth, And in her armës piteously weeping Embraced them, and tenderly kissing, Full like a mother, with her saltë tears She bathed both their visage and their hairs.

O, what a piteous thing it was to see Her swooning, and her humble voice to hear! “ Grand mercy , Lord, God thank it you,” quoth she, That ye have saved me my children dear; Now reck 2700 I never to be dead right here; Since I stand in your love, and in your grace, No force of 2701 death, nor when my spirit pace. 2702