IV
St. Argyll Lyrics
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libera animas omnum fidelium
defunctorum de peonis inferni
et de profundo lacu:
Libera eas de ore leonis:
ne absorbeat eas Tartarus:
ne cadant in obscurum.
repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam.
Quam olim Abrahae promisisti
et semini ejus.
In the song IV by St. Argyll, the lyrics begin with a plea to Jesus Christ, referred to as DOMINE Jesu Christie, Rex Gloriaee. The plea is for the liberation of the souls of all faithful departed from the torments of hell and the deep abyss. The intention is to ask for their release from the lion's mouth so that Tartarus, the realm of the dead, does not swallow them and they do not fall into darkness.
The lyrics then shift to a different subject, introducing the figure of Saint Michael as the standard-bearer or signifer. It is requested that Saint Michael lead these departed souls into the sacred light. This light represents the promise made to Abraham and his descendants, a holy space where they can find salvation and eternal rest.
Overall, these lyrics express a devout appeal for the deliverance of the souls of the faithful departed from the clutches of the underworld. They call upon Jesus Christ and his power, specifically invoking Saint Michael as the one who can guide these souls towards the promised light of salvation.
Line by Line Meaning
DOMINE Jesu Christie, Rex Gloriae
Oh Lord Jesus Christ, King of Glory
libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum de peonis inferni et de profundo lacu:
Free the souls of all faithful departed from the torments of hell and from the deep pit:
Libera eas de ore leonis:
Deliver them from the mouth of the lion:
ne absorbeat eas Tartarus: ne cadant in obscurum.
so that Tartarus may not engulf them: so that they do not fall into darkness.
Sed signifer Sanctus Michael repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam.
But let the holy standard-bearer Saint Michael present them into the holy light.
Quam olim Abrahae promisisti et semini ejus.
The promise you made to Abraham and his descendants.
Lyrics © Histoire et Chansons
Written by: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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@louistracy6964
I helped look after Margaret, as a young care worker, in the nursing home. We called her 'your grace', of course. I found myself sitting opposite her on the day of my interview for the job, waiting in the building's foyer, and assumed she was the business owner. She was immaculately dressed and groomed. I asked her how many residents the home had. She gave the laugh you see at 5:40 here in the video, and told me she couldn't say and that I should ask the staff. Her grace had a striking face, more in motion than in stills, as you see here.
It was only while walking that she appeared frail. As night-staff, I'd see a lot of Margaret. She would come out of her ground floor room in the early hours for a chat, and for the nurse in charge to dispense a small scotch whisky.
At the end, Margaret was not desperately unhappy. Staff treated her respectfully and admired her independance. There was no gossip and no-one questioned her, that I knew of, regarding her past life. She liked to speak of her father, and fondness for America. Her mind remained sharp. She had her pearls and a poodle with the same name as me; Louis. I do believe a few other residents refused to associate themselves with her, which may have been hurtful, but in retrospect, she had become acclimatised to such reactions. Margaret's room was spacious and filled with her personal items, including the beautiful painted portrait you see in the video. She had her visitors. She maintained a great deal of independance and dignity.
I read in a newspaper on the plane, returning from holiday, that Margaret had died after a fall. She once remarked to me that 'antiques are rather brave', and I'm sure she had thoughts of all that she endured from society's twisted mores. I never learned any detail about her deeper thoughts and feelings, and only remember her for the 'look', those eyes, a definite grandeur in the face of relative decline, I'm glad they laid her to rest in the States, next to Mr. Sweeny.
@LP-cm7kg
What an amazing post - thank you for sharing. A very grand lady. I read that Margaret is buried with her first husband in a cemetery in Surrey.
@louistracy6964
@@LP-cm7kg Maybe, yes, but next to Sweeny, who paid for the last years.
@LP-cm7kg
@@louistracy6964 I am fascinated by Margaret! Please could I ask what she would like to do in the home? Was she well enough to be able to walk her dogs? Thank you.
@louistracy6964
@@LP-cm7kg I worked nights, and would walk the poodle every morning before the end of my shift. Margaret had poor mobility. She'd always sit near the office, and occasionally I know she was taken out during the day.
@LP-cm7kg
@@louistracy6964 Thank you 😊
@MsScarlett61
I think she utterly fabulous and dignified and able to look at herself and the mistakes she made. She didn't deserve to be so publicly shamed for what men have been doing for centuries.
@SALeppard
I could not agree more
@pw191164
Women have also been doing "it" for centuries also!
@jimjames5709
I also this she was very beautiful.