BONAVENTURE I OF THE HOLY CROSS Thou who art so prone to measure Whether resting or achieving, Lo, the cross, when ills oppress thee, Burdens crush and woes possess thee, Is thy one and only cure. In thy pain and deep affliction 'Tis thy soul's sweet benediction And thy refuge safe and sure. Crux est porta paradisi, Crux est salus animarum, Crux est speculum virtutis, Cuncta spes fidelium. Crux est decus salvandorum, Et solatium eorum Atque desiderium. Lo, the cross is heaven's portal, Of our souls it is salvation, Here is virtue's reproduction, And their ardent souls' desire. |