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Salvete flores martyrum
Translated by Edward Caswall (1849) · From Lyra Catholica (1849)
Lovely flowers of martyrs, hail!
Smitten by the tyrant foe
On life’s threshold,—as the gale
Strews the roses ere they blow.
First to die for Christ, sweet lambs!
At the very altar ye,
With your fatal crowns and palms,
Sport in your simplicity.
Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
Be to Thee, O Virgin’s Son!
With the Father, and the Spirit,
While eternal ages run.
Codex Note
Latin: Salvete flores martyrum. Printed in Caswall's Lyra Catholica (1849) among the Proper of the Season (Roman Breviary).
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Prudentius. “Salvete flores martyrum.” Translated by Edward Caswall. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/prudentius/19/.
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Prudentius. “Salvete flores martyrum.” Translated by Edward Caswall. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/prudentius/19/.
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