9. Se commendat Salvatori, Pro quo dulce ducit mori Sub ipsis lapidibus. Saulus servat omnium Vestes lapidantium, Lapidans in omnibus. 9. On his Saviour’s aid relying, Sweet to him the pain of dying, ’Neath the fearful rain of stone: Paul amidst the stoning throng, Guarding garments, makes the wrong Of the angry Jews his own. 10. Ne peccatum statuatur His, a quibus lapidatur, Genu ponit et precatur, Condolens insaniae: In Christo sic obdormivit, Qui Christo sic obedivit, Et cum Christo semper vivit, Martyrum primitiae. 10. As the dying Martyr kneeleth, For his murderers he appealeth, And his prayer their pardon sealeth, For their madness grieving sore; Then in Christ he sleepeth sweetly, Who His pattern kept completely, Martyr first-fruits, evermore! Tr. John Mason Neale, _Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences_, London. Masters, 1867, p. 134. St. 3, tr. Stephen A. Hurlbut. Quoted by permission of author. Stanzas 11, 12 omitted. XIV. _Ad perennis vitae fontem_ 1. Ad perennis vitae fontem mens sitivit arida; Claustra carnis praesto frangi clausa quaerit anima: Gliscit, ambit, eluctatur exul frui patria. 1. To the fount of life eternal cries the soul with longing thirst, And the spirit, flesh-imprisoned, seeks the bars of flesh to burst; Strives to gain that heavenly country, exiled now and sin-accurst. 2. Dum pressuris ac aerumnis se gemit obnoxiam, Quam amisit, dum deliquit, contemplatur gloriam, Praesens malum auget boni perditi memoriam. 2. Sore beset with care and danger, groans the spirit for release, Still beholds, though lost in Eden, glory forfeited and peace; Former good, in memory dwelling, doth the present ill increase. 3. Nam quis promat summae pacis quanta sit laetitia, Ubi vivis margaritis surgunt aedificia, Auro celsa micant tecta, radiant triclinia? 3. Who can tell how great the joy of that Peace surpassing all, Where of living pearls constructed rise the stately buildings tall, Where with gold the rooftree glitters, shines with gold the banquet-hall. 4. Solis gemmis pretiosis haec structura nectitur; Auro mundo, tamquam vitro, urbis via sternitur; Abest limus, deest fimus, lues nulla cernitur. 4. All of precious stones compacted rise those structures of delight; Purest gold as crystal shining paves the heavenly city bright; Never mire nor filth defiling stains the streets of radiant light. 5. Hiems horrens, aestas torrens illic numquam saeviunt; Flos perpetuus rosarum ver agit perpetuum; Candent lilia, rubescit crocus, sudat balsamum. 5. Chilling winter, burning summer, neither rages in that land, But the crimson bloom of roses doth an endless spring demand; White the lilies, red the crocus, fragrant doth the balsam stand.