Ora pro nobis!
The wave must rock our sleep,
Ora, Mater, ora!
Thou star of the deep!
XLIV.
“Ora pro nobis, Mater!”—What a spell
Was in those notes, with day’s last glory dying
On the flush’d waters—seem’d they not to swell
From the far dust wherein my sires were lying
With crucifix and sword? Oh! yet how clear