Of on that is so fayr and bright <br />Velut maris stella, <br />Brighter than the day is light, <br />Parens et puella: <br />Ic crie to the, thou see to me, <br />Levedy, preye thi Sone for me, <br />Tam pia, <br />That ic mote come to thee <br />Maria. <br /> <br /> <br />Al this world was for-lore <br />Eva peccatrice, <br />Tyl our Lord was y-bore <br />De te genetrice. <br />With <br />ave <br />it went away <br />Thuster nyth and cometh the day <br />Salutis; <br />The welle springeth ut of the <br />Virtutis. <br /> <br />Levedy, flour of alle thing, <br />Rosa sine spina, <br />Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, <br />Gratia divina: <br />Of all thu berst the pris, <br />Levedy, quee of paradys <br /> <br />Electa: <br /> <br />Mayde milde, Moder <br />es <br />Effecta.<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hymn-to-the-virgin-2/
