"Certa viriliter"
මිනිසෙකු සේ දිරිවඩන්න..
C lose warfare is man's life upon this earth,
E verywhere are foes, the flesh its lifelong sway
R elentless holds, the devil seeks his prey,
T he world its votary. These from his birth.
A ssail the man, the fray decides his worth.
V ain dreams the youth to make high holiday,
I n rosy beds to lie supinely gay,
R ocked to rest by silent strains of mirth.
I n life's grim battle those that fight aright
L ove doughty deeds. Intrepid take the field
I n life' morning hour, girt in armour bright.
T o arms, Aloysians! Strike for God and Right,
E 'er wary, be prepared. If called to yield,
R ecall your motto - and renew the fight