Like a cross
Made of silver
Placed cool
On my bosom of deep
Tranquil sense you me keep...
And Mary like
You on me place
A kind generous trace
As if with your halo
Fill you me the shallow...
And right there
Within me
A white rose blooms
A white rose...in my tiny room!
The birth of the Rose
A white rose
Helps me rise
Awake...
For you me take
To Him-
His robe of silken smooth
Thus you me soothe...
Smoothened...
Soothed...
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