- Sic patres vitam peragunt in umbra,
Lilia ut septem nivei decoris,
Virgini excelsæ bene grata, Petro
Visa nitere.
- Jamque divina rapiente flamma,
Cursitant urbes, loca quæque oberrant,
Si queant cunctis animis dolores
Figere Matris.
- Hinc valent iras domuisse cæcas,
Nescia et pacis fera corda jungunt,
Erigunt moestos, revocant nocentes
Dicta piorum.
- At suos Virgo comitata servos
Evehit tandem superas ad oras:
Gemmeis sertis decorat per ævum
Omne beatos.
- Eja nunc cœtus gemitum precantis
Audiant, duros videant labores:
Semper et nostris faveant benigno
Lumine votis.
- Sit decus Patri, genitæque Proli,
Et tibi compar utriusque virtus
Spiritus semper, Deus unus, omni
Temporis ævo.
| - The fathers lived a life in shade,
Yet seemed to Peter’s vision seven
White glistening lilies for the Maid,
The Queen of heaven.
- Through city streets, o’er hills and plains,
Upborne by love divine, they trod,
To fix in men the Mother’s pains,
The swords of God.
- This was the power in which they spoke,
Till each wild passion owned their sway:
They cheered the sad, from sinners broke
Their chains away.
- Till at last the Virgin Queen
Led them to mansions in the sky,
Mansions where garlands aye are green,
And never die.
- May they hear cries of all who pray,
And see how hard our earthly strife:
Aiding us onward to the day
When all is life.
- 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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