Who murmur with ignoble lips my old and honored name,
And seek to rebaptize me with unholy rites of shame.
Are ye drunk with Freedom’s dregs that ye have forgot her face,
And bend before th’ unworthy thing men show you in her place?
Stretch not your hands, God-fearing race, to welcome such as these:
God, who your shepherd is, and judge, gives not to such his peace.
“Miserere, miserere,
Mighty Lord of all the living,
In thy mercy spare the erring,
Sacred Heart of love forgiving!”