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“O thou Almighty One, whose throne
O'erlooks Eternity alone!
Who once, in deep humility,
Lay cradled on a virgin's knee,
Turn here thine eyes on one whose face
Bespeaks the virtues of her race—
Who in this time of dire alarm
Puts not her trust in human arm,
But in thy mercy and thy truth;—
Then, oh! in pity to her youth,
Preserve her to her native land;
Save the dear maid of thy right hand,
And rouse up heroes that may quell
The pride of braggart infidel.