Hence they hold a life perennial, For to pass hath passed away; Hence they grow and bloom and flourish; They who know the One all-knowing, Though to each one for his labor Love, when it hath found its object, Where the carcass may be lying There will flock the birds of prey; Novas semper melodias vox meloda concrepat, Christe, palma bellatorum, hoc in municipium Probes vires inexhausto laboranti proelio, There new songs melodious voices Soothe the ear with tuneful lays, Christ who art Thyself the palm-branch Of Thy soldiers brave and tried, Bring me into that strong city When my sword is laid aside, To a share in all Thy glory, 'Mid the blest, my footsteps guide! Prove the strength of each one struggling Nor refuse to all Thy warriors Thee to win may I be worthy, My Reward while ages run. II ANTIDOTUM CONTRA TYRANNIDEM PECCATI Parva vis doloris est: Para rogos, quamvis truces, Dulce mihi cruciari, Parva vis doloris est: "Malo mori quam foedari!" Nimis blandus dolor ille! Una mors, quam brevis est! Omnis poena levis est. Dulce mihi sauciari, Parva vis doloris est: Maior vis amoris est. II A CURE FOR THE TYRANNY OF SIN What, O tyrant! What dost threaten? What thou hast of pain, Whatsoever thou contrivest; Love counts this but vain. Sweet it is for me to suffer, Bring thy funeral piles so cruel, Bring the sword and bitter crosses; Love recks naught of these. Sweet it is for me to suffer, Short is pain's brief hour: Than disgrace, to die is nobler!" Nay, too gentle is that suffering! Still I love, through countless tortures, Every pain is light. Sweet it is to be afflicted Short is pain's brief hour: "Than disgrace, to die is nobler!" Love hath greatest power. |