Unskilled her aim—but stainless purity
Gave loftiest courage, nerving eye and hand.
She breathed a prayer—an instant gazed on high—
“Oh, Virgin Queen, mi madre, guardian stand!”
Next instant she discharged the flaming brand.
Within the throb of Ana’s beauteous breast
Flew the fleet bullet. Heaven its progress banned;
And through the ravisher’s hot heart it prest,
His fell design extinct in death’s eternal rest!