Breviary Hymns and Missal Sequences, The Seven Founders, Matins

O ye, the illustrious seven stars
Of the Etruscan Heavens bright,
The Virgin Mother calls on you,
To fill the world with brilliant light.

Young lips, which milk yet suck, of you,
As Mary’s servants, prophesy;
Then to Senario’s holy mounts
The Blessed Virgin bids you hie.

The illustrious Mother gives to you,
Herself, a funeral garb of woe,
That by your tears for her sad wounds,
You loving sympathy may show.

This she herself from Heaven’s height
To Peter Martyr doth declare,
And gives commands that, for all time,
A holy band this work should share;

A band, who may her servants be,
And ever love herself, and teach,
With loving worship, her sad woes,
And the same propagate and preach.

Ah! valiant leaders, we implore,
Let us all bravely follow you;
With love for our Blest Virgin Queen,
And grief for her, our hearts imbue.

And Thou, O Sovereign Trinity,
Into our hearts Thy strength infuse,
And lives, such as our Blessed led,
To lead like them, O make us choose. Amen.

– translated by Archbishop Edward Gilpin Bagshawe, C.O., Bishop of Nottingham, England