The lilacs in their swelling buds prepare The scented gift of spring, a perfumed air, As cherries burst in pink and pastel glow Remembering how softly you would go
Through the garden of our fragrant paradise. Not sadness but a poignant dream of days Recalling again those ever-luminous eyes That on the smallest flower cast their grace
And loveliness of smile, the envious sun No brighter than your soul among the stars, Soaring to reach Her feet, the journey done, A leap to joy above all earthly bars.
Recalling the beauty of your gentle soul The dreadful price you paid to reach the goal So many scarcely try and sleeping miss The Mother's touch, the Lord's compassionate kiss.
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