AMPHORA 
 
VI 
 
Vigil 
 
 
ITH the Cross on my sword as its sigil 
 With the foes of Thy Church I would 
grapple, 
All night by my arms I keep vigil 
In the lonely and luminous chapel. 
 
From the solemn monitions of even 
I brood ; Thou dost shine from above. 
The veil of Thy mystical heaven 
Is melted in glory and love. 
 
O Thou, of Thy mercy apply 
Thy grace to my spurs and my sword, 
That my banner may flame to the sky 
In the van of the hosts of the LORD ! 
Amen. 
 
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