To you and you and you who have given br Two sons for England's sake,--what word? br Oh, there is weeping heard in Heaven br And Mary's heart has the Eighth Sword. br br br Henceforth as you go through the town br The folk who see you go and come br Will doff their hats to your renown, br With: Salvete flores Martyrum! br br br O chosen from all women and men br For that high lonely destiny! br Now that we look at you, 'tis plain br God set a mark to know you by. br br br Your cross was growing in the tree br Before the golden world was made; br Your martyr's palms began to be br Before 'Let there be Light' was said. br br br And still where'er you come and go br The world's the lighter for your load. br Who thinks on common things and low br When your high sorrow takes the road? br br br O predestined and pre-elect br 'Tis you must bear the glorious scars. br Stand up, dear Saints, white and erect, br The wounded in the heavenly wars. br br br Beloved, afflicted, marked for grace.