Anon.: Ther is no rose of swych vertu

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There is no rose

There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia.
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space; Res miranda.
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three, Pari forma.
The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis Deo: Gaudeamus.
Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth; Transeamus.

Words: from a 15th century carol roll, now in the College Library
Music: Anon, arr. John Stevens (1921–2002)