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 liveth and reigneth world without end.