Admirable Saint Rose,
you were truly a sweet flower blooming
on a rugged soil;
you were indeed a rose among thorns,
bearing with meekness and patience
the stings of envious tongues,
and preserving perfect purity and modesty
amid the alluring blandishments of a deceitful world.
To the sufferings inflicted on you by others
you added the voluntary tortures of fasting
and watching, of the discipline,
of the crown of thorns and of the hair shirt,
to subdue the flesh and to make yourself
like to your heavenly Spouse.
By the merits which you have thus gained
with your Divine Bridegroom,
obtain for me the grace to bear my afflictions
with patience, to remain pure and modest,
to be meek and humble,
to be faithful to the inspirations of the Holy Spirit,
and so to mortify my passions that I may be ever more
pleasing and acceptable in the sight of my dear Lord
and Savior, Jesus Christ,
Who lives and reigns world without end.
Amen.