"Now one more, Concelio," said Ramona; "that little hymn."
Changing the expression of her face at once to one of the deepest devotion, the Indian woman sang:
O Maria, O Maria,
Save us from our foes,
From the heat and snows;
Save us while we sing
From every evil thing,
O Maria!
When at morn we rise,
Watch us from the skies;