“Never more — from that sweet moment —
Gazéd he on womankind;
He was dumb to love and wooing
And to all their graces blind.
“Full of love for that sweet vision,
Brave and pure he took the field;
With his blood he stained the letters
N. P. B. upon his shield.
“‘Lumen caeli, sancta Rosa!
Shouting on the foe he fell,
And like thunder rang his war-cry
O’er the cowering infidel.