# Plain ferial Saturday's own Lauds hymn ("Auróra jam spargit polum" /
# "The dawn is sprinkling in the east") — live-verified against Divinum
# Officium (Monastic Tridentinum 1617), Lauds live query, 2025-09-20 (a
# September Ember Saturday winning outright with nothing else in play,
# `{ex Psalterio secundum diem}` in the source, i.e. genuinely the plain
# per-weekday text, not privileged/seasonal).
#
# Corrected 2026-09-04: this id previously held "O gloriósa Dómina", the
# real Marian-Saturday hymn, moved out to its own `lauds-hymn-marian-
# saturday.yml` — see that file's own header for why. This id is now only
# reached on a Saturday that's neither Marian (an active octave, or a
# season with its own seasonSuffix hymn) nor genuinely privileged with a
# season-specific hymn of its own (Lent's `lauds-hymn-lent.yml`/Advent's
# own equivalent both win first via `seasonalOfficeSuffix`) — chiefly
# September/Pentecost's own Ember Saturday, whose season carries no
# seasonSuffix hymn override. This file's own sibling capitulum/
# responsory/versicle-saturday.yml files were already independently
# correct for this same real occasion (verified from a different,
# privileged-Lent date whose capitulum/responsory/versicle turn out
# identical to this one's — only the hymn itself is season-variable).
id: lauds-hymn-saturday
text:
  la: |
    Auróra jam spargit polum:
    Terris dies illábitur:
    Lucis resúltat spículum:
    Discédat omne lúbricum.

    Phantásma noctis décidat:
    Mentis reátus súbruat:
    Quidquid ténebris hórridum
    Nox áttulit culpæ, cadat.

    Et mane illud últimum,
    Quod præstolámur cérnui,
    In lucem nobis éffluat,
    Dum hoc canóre cóncrepat.
  en: |
    The dawn is sprinkling in the east
    Its golden shower, as day flows in;
    Fast mount the pointed shafts of light:
    Farewell to darkness and to sin!

    Away, ye midnight phantoms all!
    Away, despondence and despair!
    Whatever guilt the night has brought,
    Now let it vanish into air.

    So, Lord, when that last morning breaks,
    Looking to which we sigh and pray,
    O may it to thy minstrels prove
    The dawning of a better day.
status:
  la: verified
  en: verified