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Oh ! you
have said too much to the poor little angel
That there
are other angels up there,
May nothing
hurt in heaven, never change anything,
How sweet it
is to return soon;
That the sky
is a dome with wonderful pilasters,
A tent with
rich colors,
A blue garden
filled with lilies that are stars,
And stars
that are flowers;
That it is a
happy place more than one can say,
Where
always, being charmed,
We have the
cherubim to play and to laugh,
And the good
God to love us;
How sweet it
is to be a heart that burns like a candle,
And to live,
in every season,
Near the
baby Jesus and the Blessed Virgin
In such a
beautiful house!
And then you
will not say enough, poor mother,
To this son
so frail and so sweet,
What you
were to him in this bitter life,
But also that
he was yours;
That, as
long as we are small, the mother on us,
But that
later one defends it;
And what
will she need, when she gets old,
Of a man who
is his child;
You will not
have said enough to this young soul
God wants us
to stay here,
The woman
guiding the man and the man helping the woman,
For pains
and fights;
So that one
day, oh mourning! irreparable loss!
The sweet
being is gone! ... -
Alas! so you
left the cage open,
May your
bird have flown!
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