Chapter 20 No.20

"'Ora pro nobis, Mater!'-what a spell

Was in those notes, with day's last glory dying

On the flush'd waters-seemed they not to swell

From the far dust, wherein my sires were lying

With crucifix and sword?-Oh! yet how clear

Comes their reproachful sweetness to my ear!

'Ora'-with all the purple waves replying,

All my youth's visi