c. 1300
Of on[1] 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,[2] 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[3] 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 alle thu berst the pris,[4]
Levedy, quene of paradys
Electa
Mayde milde, Moder es
Effecta.
