AMPHORA 
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AINT MICHAEL !  by the altar stand 
 And mark our praises sink and swell, 
The fire of heaven in Thine hand 
That bare the glad ensanguine brand, 
And smote the sons of hell. 
 
Be present all the starry host 
Of cherubim and seraphim, 
While, hasted by the HOLY GHOST, 
We raise on Time’s eroded coast 
Our rare and royal hymn. 
 
Let all the ripples of our song 
Exulting evermore converge 
In one the virgin wave and strong, 
Combine their chorus loud and long 
Re-quicken and up-surge ! 
 
Hail to the Virgin !  Hail !  we cry. 
Hail, Mary !  Hail !  All hail !  All hail ! 
The utmost caverns of the sky, 
The abysses of eternity, 
Repeat the hail !  All hail ! 
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