| 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 servosEvehit tandem superas ad oras:
 Gemmeis sertis decorat per ævum
 Omne beatos.
Eja nunc cœtus gemitum precantisAudiant, 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 QueenLed 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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