we did it!

OF on that is so fayr and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
I cry to thee, thou see to me,
Lady, prey thy Son for me,
Tam pia,
That i may come to thee
Maria.
All this world was for-lorn
Eva peccatrice,
Till our Lord was y-bore
De te genetrice.
With ave it went away
Darkest nigth and come the day
Salutis;
The well springeth out of thee,
Virtutis.
Lady, flour of everything,
Rose sine spina,
Thou bare Jesu, haven' s king,
Gratia divina:
Of all thou ber'st the prize,
Lady, queen of paradise
Electa:
Maid mild, moTher es
Effecta.