| Ave Maria! |
| Maiden mild!
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| O listen to a maiden’s prayer!
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| For thou canst hear amid the wild
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| Tis thou, tis thou canst save amid despair.
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| We slumber safely 'til the morrow,
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| Tho' we, by men, outcast, reviled;
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| O maiden! |
| See a maiden’s sorrow
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| O mother, hear a suppliant child!
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| Ave Maria!
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| Ave Maria! |
| Undefiled!
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| The flinty couch whereon we’re sleeping
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| Shall seem with down of eider piled,
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| If thou above, sweet, watch our keeping
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| The murky cavern’s air’s so heavy
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| Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;
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| O maiden! |
| Hear a maiden’s pleading!
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| O mother, hear a suppliant child!
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| Ave Maria!
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| Ave Maria! |
| Stainless styled!
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| O fiends of air and earth the essence
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| From this their wonted haunt exiled
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| Shall flee before thy holy presence
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| We bow beneath our care so laden
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| To thy dear guidance reconciled;
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| Then hear, o maiden, simple maiden!
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| And for a father hear a child!
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| Ave Maria! |