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,
That ic mote come to thee
Al this world was for-lore
Tyl our Lord was y-bore
De te genetrice.
it went away
Thuster nyth and cometh the day
The welle springeth ut of the
Levedy, flour of alle thing,
Rosa sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,
Of all thu berst the pris,
Levedy, quee of paradys
Mayde milde, Moder
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