- Bella dum late furerent, et urbes
Cæde fraternal gemerent cruentæ,
Adfuit Virgo, nova semper edens
Munera matris.
- En vocat septem famulos, fideles
Ut sibi in luctu recolant dolores,
Quos tulit Jesus, tulit ipsa consors
Sub cruce Nati.
- Illico parent Dominæ vocanti:
Splendidis tectis opibusque spretis,
Urbe secedunt procul in Senari
Abdita montis.
- Corpora hic pœnis cruciant acerbis,
Sontium labes hominum piantes:
Hic prece avertunt lacrymisque fusis
Numinis iram.
- Perdolens Mater fovet, atque amictum
Ipsa lugubrem monet induendum:
Agminis sancti pia cœpta surgunt,
Mira patescunt.
- Palmes in bruma viridans honores
Nuntiat patrum: proprios Mariæ
Ore lactenti vocitant puelli
Nomine Servos.
- Sit decus Patri, genitæque Proli,
Et tibi compar utriusque virtus
Spiritus semper, Deus unus, omni
Temporis ævo.
| - When war was raging, and the town
Was red with blood of brother bands,
Our Virgin-Mother bowed her down
With bounteous hands.
- Seven faithful sons she bid to share
Her Dolours, all the shame and loss
Which Jesus suffered, and she bare
Beneath His Cross.
- So when their Lady called, as naught
They deemed their palaces and wealth,
The mountain's desert places sought
Far off by stealth.
- For others’ sins the scourge they plied,
As they the way of penance trod;
By prayers and tears they turned aside
The wrath of God.
- Token of love, the Mother’s hand
Gave to her sons their garb of woe;
Sanctioned the pious work they planned,
With wondrous show.
- The vine, to spread their honors wide,
Her sprouts in winter greenly flung,
“See, those are Mary's servants,” cried
The infant tongue.
- Now to the Father thanks and praise;
To Thee, O Son, the same we send;
To Thee, great Spirit, through all days
World without end.
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