Here you will find the Poem A Hymn to the Virgin of poet Anonymous Olde English
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 cometh the day Salutis; The welle springeth ut of the Virtutis. Levedy, flour of alle thing, Rosa sine spina, Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king, Gratia divina: Of all thu berst the pris, Levedy, quee of paradys Electa: Mayde milde, Moder es Effecta.
