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“Forth fares the remnant of the Paynimry from Lusitania, hurled in headlong flight:
But Mir-almuminin may never flee, for ere he flee his life hath fled the light.
To Him whose arm vouchsafed such Victory in praise and stintless prayer our hosts unite:
Chances so passing strange make clear to ken God’s arm smites sorer than all arms of men.