Maria, Johannes Evangelista, xi apostoli, Y angeli, Jesus ascendens coram eis, et iiy angeli portantes nubem.
PETER¶O mightfal God, how stands it now?
In world thus wild was I not ere.
If he comes -- but I know not how
He parts from us when he will fare.
Yet that may for our profit show,
And all his working less and more.
Ah, king of comfort, good art thou,
And true and liking is thy lore.
JOHN¶The missing of my master true,
That dwells not with us lastingly,
Makes me to mourn each day anew,
For wanting of his company.
His peer of goodness ne'er I knew,
Of might nor wisdom equally.
PETER¶That we want him sore may we rue,
For he loved us full faithfully;
And yet in all my misliking
A word that Christ said comforts me.
Our heaviness and our mourning,
He said, to joy should turned be.
That joy, he said in his teaching,
To rob us none of power should be.
Wherefore above all other thing
That joy I long to know and see.
MARY¶Thou Peter, when my son was slain
And laid in grave, you were in care
Whether he should rise, almost each one;
But now you see through knowing clear.
Some things foretold he that are gone