Rose-Mary of the Angels

Adelaide Crapsey

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Little Sister Rose-Marie,

Will thy feet as willing-light

Run through Paradise, I wonder,

As they run the blue skies under,

Willing feet, so airy-light?

Little Sister Rose-Marie

Will thy voice as bird-note clear

Lift and ripple over Heaven

As its mortal sound is given,

Swift bird-voice, so young and clear?

How God will be glad of thee,

Little Sister Rose-Marie!"

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