Hymn to the Virgin

Oh 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 and me
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 comz the day
Salutis;
The welle springeth ut of the,
Virtutis.

Levedy, flour of alle thing,
Rose sine spina,
Thu bere Jhesu, hevene king,
Gratia divina:
Of alle thu ber'st the pris,
Levedy, quene of paradys
Electa:
Mayde milde, moder es
Effecta.

Hymn to the Virgin, anonymous.

I've recently found myself very much fascinated and delighted with Medieval iconology, especially that revolving around the Cult of Mary.

Drawn on white paper (11.7 inches x 16.5 inches) in black ink and acrylic paint. The Virgin and Christ and female saints are after Medieval woodcut styles.