o nomen praedulce mihi! lux et decus et spes praesidiumque meum, requies o certa laborum, blandus in ore sapor, fragrans odor, inriguus fons, castus amor, pulchra species, sincera voluptas! si gens surda negat sibi tot praeconia de te, tam multas rerum voces elementaque tantae nuntia laetitiae stolidas intrare per aures, audiat insanum bacchantis energima monstri, quod rabidus clamat capta inter viscera daemon, et credat miseranda suis.
O name passing sweet to me, my light and glory and hope and my shield! O sure repose from toil, sweet savour in the mouth, fragrant perfume, spring of life-giving water, pure love, beauteous form, delight unmixed! If a race that is deaf says that all this proclaiming of Thee, all these voices of nature, these elements that bring tidings of joy so great, enter not its dull ears, then let it hear the wild monsters demoniacal raving, the cries of the raging devil in the flesh he has taken captive, and let it, poor creature, believe its own!
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