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Alma Pater
1388

Adam spent the years from 1385 to 1389 wandering around Italy in semi captivity following his erstwhile tormenter Pope Urban VI. The pope may have spared his life during the flight from Nocera and later in Genoa, but Adam was forced to live a life of solitude and the focus of his life returned to writing. He had already started work on the Office of the Visitation and his Defence of St Brigit and he may have considered a musical setting for the former. If he did it has not survived. However he did write at least one motet, a form of multi voice song that was particularly popular in 14th century England. The words and some of the music survive as part of a manuscript now known as the "Fountains Fragments". It is the only piece of music that Adam wrote that has come down to us. Unfortunately as you can see below, the manuscript was an incomplete copy and it is clear that at least two of the lines are now missing:

Alma Pater, pastor vere

Christicolarum omnium

Per te diu doluere

Mentes nostrorum omnium

 

Misera trucibus

Sustulisti tam perversa

Heu captivatus, minibus

 

Neepolitani nobiles

Quos diligebas tamen

Heu non fuerunt nobiles

 

Ulcisce tuum munere

Egena illorum atria

Repleverat innumere

Ingrata tua patria

 

Dudum profusis lacrimis

Nostre sunt uncte facies

Quod te dum malos comprimis

Atrox obcedit acies

 

Intra suos vidit muros

Omni cantanda feria

Casus diu pati duros

Te flebiles luceria

 

Aproximate English translation

Kindly father and true shepherd

Of all Christians

For a long while, for you have lamented

The minds of our people

 

(missing line)

Such miserable captivity

Evil, alas you have suffered

From brutal hands

 

(missing text)

Those Neapolitan nobles

Even those you esteemed highly

Were no gentlemen

 

Be avenged, offer the deserved reward

On their wretched halls,

They were rewarded excessively

By your ungrateful fatherland

 

A while since with copious tears

Were our faces anointed

As you suppressed evildoers

The cruel sharp blade threatens

 

Luceria from within her walls she has seen you

Always feted with songs

Long since you endured wretchedness

Lamentable for you

 

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