O happy senses of the Virgin Blessed
Standing the cross of Calvary beneath—
So winning martyrdom without its death—
Queen of all martyrs evermore confessed!
O happy Pontiff! wear’st thou not to-day
Beneath the triple crown one wrought of thorn?
So crowned for love thou hast unfailing borne
To thy pure spouse the faithless would betray?
Art thou not martyr, too, by that deep woe
Thou sharest with our Queen Immaculate?