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[starts line 31] Festum Sancti Dunstani
Seint Dunston was of Engelond  come of good more{[?] of [?]}
Miracles our lord did for hym  er he were ybore
Whan he in his moders wombe was  on a Cadelmasday
As þe folk were at chirche  as to þe time lay
And þei stoden wiþ her liȝt  as men don riȝt nowe
her light queint oueral  no man wist howe
hure light brent swith wel  ⁊ al oþer was oute
þe folk þer of had wonder  and stoden in gret doute