The Queen lamenting, warned about; a time of scourges deserved
Perversions abound, Faith in doubt, Our Lord Jesus Christ not served
Alas, in sweetness, She points out, The Prelate of priesthood preserved
Forming men, loyal and devout; with venerable ways conserved.
The Lord’s precepts he kept well, was His faithful son, Marcel
The Holy Virgin in tears foretold; scarcely could one have conceived
Apostasy set forth so bold, that even Rome be deceived
But made in Athanasius mold; A Prelate who keeps Faith received
For all Tradition to uphold; confirming all Truth believed.
A Prince who the Church will tell, a good Pastor was Marcel
The Mother spoke in secret lock; in children’s ear was given
Ministers neglect Christ’s stock; from the path of Life are riven
One Shepherd who from harm does block; this Prelate leads sheep to Heaven
Generously he feeds the flock; by his staff are gently driven.