A Hymn to the Virgin

Of on that is so fayr and bright

Velut maris stella,

Brighter than the day is light,

Parens et puella:

Ic crie to the, thou see to me,

Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,

Tam pia,

That ic mote come to thee

Maria.

Al this world was for-lore

Eva peccatrice,

Tyl our Lord was y-bore

De te genetrice.

With ave it went away

Thuster nyth and comz the day

Salutis;

The welle springeth ut of the,

Virtutis.

Levedy, flour of alle thing,

Rose sine spina,

Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,

Gratia divina:

Of alle thu ber'st the pris,

Levedy, quene of paradys

Electa:

Mayde milde, moder es

Effecta.