St. Aloysius Gonzaga -The Prince amidst the Plague.

He feasted with kings, the Marquis to be

A face adored by damsels and dames

He cared not for name or fame

The prince who roared in the battle ground

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!

A plague broke out in the cradle of Rome

But that couldn’t faze our patron so brave

He clothed and fed the victims of doom

The prince whose eyes was opened to grief

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!

He prepared them well for the Eucharist

A surplus feast of flesh and blood

Of the God who died for a world so cruel

The prince who left his throne to serve

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!

Nay, it wasn’t sticks or stones

That broke neither his spirit nor soul

‘twas a soul that needed a healing touch

The prince whose heart was made of gold

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!

And so came the hour, when he breathed his last

He held in his hands a crucifix

And bid the world a farewell too sad

The prince who died with a cross in his hands

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!

And today he lives in the hearts of many

A miracle among miracles the one who enkindles

A burning fire in the souls of the universal youth

The prince whose name shall never be forgotten

Oh dear Aloysius Gonzaga!