When blowhards, rogues, and charlatans
    Appall me with their deeds,
In my soul's grief I seek relief
    And pray your circled beads.

When liars, fiends, and murderers
    Infest the public square,
I lift my eyes up to the skies:
    Bright Star, I find you there.

When mercy's mocked and justice jeered
    At podium and forum,
No mob or throng can thwart my song:
    Regina Angelorum!

Blossom unblighted, Rose of May,
    Maiden of Nazareth,
At nod of night, at dawn's first light,
    I praise you with each breath.