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| | Service to the Righteous Father Botolph |
 | | Strange was all the weaponry, O valiant Botolph, that thou didst use * in the warfare that thou didst wage. |
 | | The sun hath hid his noon-day light; * the moon is clad in dark array, * all creation * suff'reth inconsolably * at her Creator's suff'rings, * and I, Thy Virgin Mother, * have felt the sword foretold by Symeon. |
 | | O Botolph, thine adversaries' fiery darts * fell before thee as the arrows of infants; * for like a prince in his fortified castle, * from thy high tower of grace, thou didst watch thy foes; * and with the cross-bow of thy Christ, * thou didst rain on them shafts of unceasing prayer. |
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