- Non illam crucians ungula, non feræ,
Non virgæ horribili vulnere commovent;
Hinc lapsi e Superum sedibus Angeli
Cœlesti dape recreant.
- Quin et deposita sævitie leo
Se rictu placido projicit ad pedes:
Te Martina tamen dans gladius neci
Cœli cœtibus inserit.
- Te, thuris redolens ara vaporibus,
Quæ fumat, precibus jugiter invocate,
Et falsum perimens auspicium, tui
Delet nominis omine.
- A nobis abigas lubrica gaudia
Tu, qui Martyribus dexter ades, Deus
Une et trine: tuis da famulis jubar,
Quo clemens animos beas.
| - The agonizing hooks, the rending scourge,
Shook no the dauntless spirit in her breast;
With torments racked, Angels her fainting flesh
Recruit with heavenly feast.
- In vain they cast her to the ravening beasts;
Calm at her feet the lion crouches down:
Till smitten by the sword at length she goes
To her immortal crown.
- Now with the Saints Martina reigns in bliss,
And where Idolatry sat throned of yore,
For her victorious altar praise and prayer
With odorous incense soar.
- Expel false worldly joys; and fill us, Lord,
With Thy irradiating beam divine;
Who with Thy suffering Martyrs present art,
Great Godhead one and thrine.
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