To purge each thoroughfare of sense
And bring again lost innocence,
So she made pure and perfect all.
Shrill through their peace shrieked the battle-
call,
Per Jesum Christum! Reggio!
Have at them Death! They fall, they fall!"
And hoarse, hard-breathed, the wall below,
Surged up the wrath of the hungry foe,
Give USs the daughter of Abramo."