“Once there came a vision glorious, Mystic, dreadful, wondrous fair; Burned itself into his spirit, And abode forever there!

“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.