The child, with piteous lamentatión, Was taken up, singing his song alway: And with honoúr and great processión, They carry him unto the next abbay. His mother swooning by the bierë lay; Unnethës 3833 might the people that were there This newë Rachel bringë from his bier.

Upon his bierë lay this innocent Before the altar while the massë last’; 3834 And, after that, th’ abbót with his convént Have sped them for to bury him full fast; And when they holy water on him cast, Yet spake this child, when sprinkled was the water, And sang, O Alma redemptoris mater!