AMPHORA 
 
As from heaven the lightnings hurled 
Let our song be lashed and curled 
Round the shoulders of the world ! 
Ave, blessed Mary ! 
 
Let the joys thereof assuage 
Heathen horrors in their rage 
Grisly war on Thee that wage— 
Ave, blessed Mary ! 
 
Let Thy foes be brought to shame. 
Turn their hearts to holy flame 
To the glory of Thy name— 
Ave, blessed Mary ! 
 
Crown our arms with water crossed ! 
Bring to perfect Pentecost 
All the legions of the lost ! 
Ave, blessed Mary ! 
Amen. 
 
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