OUR LADY OF THE ROSARY

Lepanto marks the spot of victory, O’er crescent cruel and strong, by forces weak, Of hallowed cross; of which, “if sign you seek,” ’Tis not of man but a Divinity. The white-robed Pius Fifth the Rosary Uplifted like the rod of Moses, meek; Whilst Ottomans on Christians wrath would wreak And, as of old, engulfed them in the sea. O Lady of the Rosary to-day, Thy clients all beseech thee, hear their prayer, And beg the Christ Who raging storms did quell, Bid warring nations cease their bloody fray; His power and thine honor, we declare, O Thou All-Fair, thou joy of Israel.