When war was raging, and the town
Was red with blood of brother bands,
Our Virgin Mother bowed her down
With bounteous hands.
Seven faithful sons she bid to share
Her dolours, all the shame and loss,
Which Jesus suffered and she bare
Beneath His Cross.
Soon as their Lady called, as nought
They deemed their palaces and wealth,
The mountains, desert places, sought
Far off, by stealth.
For others’ sins the scourge they plied
As they the way of penance trod,
By prayers and tears they turned aside
The wrath of God.
Token of love the Mother’s hand
Gave to her sons their garb of woe,
Sanctioned the pious work they planned
With wondrous show.
The vine to spread their honours wide
Her shoots in winter greenly flung;
See, those are Mary’s servants, cried
The infant tongue.
Now to the Father thanks and praise;
To Thee, O Son, the same we send;
To Thee, O Spirit, through all days,
World without end.
Amen.
On August, 15th 1233 (the Feast of the Assumption) seven noblemen of Florence ranging in age from 26 to 35, strangers to one another, were making their prayers of thanksgiving after Mass. Suddenly each seemed to be surrounded by supernatural light, Our Blessed Mother appeared to them simultaneously but invisibly to those outside the seven. Our Lady was accompanied by angels, and said: “Leave the world, retire together into solitude, that you may fight against yourselves, and live wholly for God. You will thus experience heavenly consolations. My protection and assistance will never fail you.”
After several years of living as hermits to meditating on the Passion of Christ and the sorrows of His grieving Mother, they went to their bishop. They asked him for a rule of life to follow. The bishop encouraged them to continue to pray and to ask for guidance from Our Blessed Mother. Our Lady again appeared to the men on Good Friday carrying a black habit. At her side was an angel bearing a scroll with the words “Servants of Mary” written on it. In this vision, the Blessed Mother said that she had chosen them to be her servants. She asked them to wear a black habit. This was the habit they started to wear in 1240. They were also given the rule of St. Augustine which became the rule of their new order.
They went throughout the cities preaching Christ crucified, by word and by example. When each of them died they were buried in a single grave and have been venerated as one by popular devotion.
Prayer
Lord Jesus Christ, who, that thou mightest recall to mind the woes of thy most holy Mother, didst through the Seven blessed Fathers make thy Church herself the mother of a new household of her servants, grant unto us in mercy that we may so share their tears as to share their blessedness also.
Who livest and reignest with God the Father in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, world without end.
Amen
Seven Invocations to the Seven Holy Founders
of the Servite Order
O glorious Patriarchs, even in the midst of the licentiousness of your age, ye kept ever burning the divine fire of charity and a tender love for the Queen of Heaven, whereby ye were made worthy to be called by her to go apart from the world. We humbly entreat you to intercede for us, that we too, being enkindled with the fire of divine love, may be enabled to please the Most High; and to imitate the charity and patience of our Lady of Sorrows; and even in the midst of adversity to conform ourselves to the dispositions of divine Providence.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Ye shining examples of perfection, forsaking the world and all the
prizes that it held out to you, with generous hearts ye desired to withdraw
from the eyes of men, so that the Blessed Virgin herself made known to you in a
dream the peace and quietude of Monte Senario. Obtain for us the grace to set
at naught the deceitful and vain pleasures of earth and to devote ourselves to
the practice of penance for our sins after your example; and if we are not
worthy, as ye were, to serve the blessed Mother of Sorrows more especially in
solitude, may we at least show our sorrow at having caused her to be so
afflicted by our sins and thus renewing the bitter passion of her divine and
only Son.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Most humble dwellers in the rocky fastnesses of Monte Senario, how
admirable is your heroic humility! That ye might imitate more fully the lowly
handmaid of the Lord, not only did ye forget the nobility and greatness of your
ancient families, but in your generosity ye did not disdain to go begging from
door to door in your own country for your scanty sustenance. Ah, obtain for us
that when there is question of the service of God we may not be held back by
human respect. Even as ye merited on this account in most miraculous wise to be
called the Servants of Mary by the mouth of infants and sucklings, so may we
too, by being a source of edification and light to our brethren on the road to
heaven, show ourselves by our deeds to be the devoted servants of the august
Mother of God.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Ye faithful Servants of the Queen of Heaven, who, when ye were
bitterly weeping for the sorrows suffered by her in the life, passion and death
of her dear Son, did make known to you by the miraculous vine laden in the dead
of winter with great clusters of grapes, that it was her will that the Order of
Servites be extended in order to spread abroad in the Church compassion for her
sufferings; ah, obtain for us by your intercession an affectionate and tender
compassion for our Lady of Sorrows, for in this manner even we shall be enabled
to bring our brethren to groan with heartfelt sorrow for their sins, and thus
become fruitful branches in her mystic vineyard.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Most glorious Founders of the Order of the Servants of the Blessed
Virgin, with what joy your hearts were flooded when ye were made worthy to
behold visibly the Queen of Martyrs herself, who revealed to you the rule ye
should keep and the habit ye should wear in memory of her sorrows as well as
the palm of victory ye should obtain as the crown of your merits. We beseech
you to obtain for us of the Mother of fair love the grace to know in what
manner we may best serve her divine Son, in order to come thus most easily into
the possession of that blessed immortality which the mercy of God hath prepared
for us in paradise.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Most austere penitents, by your continuous and most severe
mortifications, ye became every day more rich in merits and more pleasing unto
the Lord. It is, therefore, no cause for wonder that heaven, in order to show
how pleasing were your merits, made of Monte Senario a place of marvels, now
surrounding it with flames that made it resplendent with light, again covering
it with roses and lilies never seen before, that were plucked by the Angels and
offered to Mary. We beseech you to intercede for us that our hearts may catch
the flames of divine love and that our spirits may be cleansed from stain and
become a garden rich in the flowers of virtue, worthy to be plucked by the most
kind Queen of Heaven, as a lowly tribute of our devotion.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
Angels of purity, Seraphim of love and martyrs of penance, ye
blessed Patriarchs, privileged with a happy passing from this place of exile to
your own true native land, one breathing forth his spirit as the Child Jesus
appeared, another called audibly by Mary to his eternal repose, this one rising
to glory under the appearance of a flame, that one under the aspect of a lily
of purest white; ah, grant, we beseech you, that when we have come to our last
hour, we may be protected by your intercession with our Lady of Sorrows in that
dread moment against the wiles of the ancient serpent, and may be made worthy
to breathe forth our spirits into the loving hands of the august Queen of
Sorrows, and be conducted by her to eternal bliss in God, the everlasting
Fountain of glory and holiness.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be.
