| Bella dum late furerent, et urbesCæde fraternal gemerent cruentæ,
 Adfuit Virgo, nova semper edens
 Munera matris.
En vocat septem famulos, fidelesUt 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 amictumIpsa lugubrem monet induendum:
 Agminis sancti pia cœpta surgunt,
 Mira patescunt.
Palmes in bruma viridans honoresNuntiat 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 townWas red with blood of brother bands,
 Our Virgin-Mother bowed her down
 With bounteous hands.
Seven faithful sons she bid to shareHer Dolours, all the shame and loss
 Which Jesus suffered, and she bare
 Beneath His Cross.
So when their Lady called, as naughtThey 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 handGave 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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