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My little one, down what centuries of light did you travel to reach us here, your stay so short lived; in the twinkling of an eye you were moving on, bearing our name and a splinter: of the human cross we suffer; flashed upon us like a beacon we wait in darkness for that light to come round, knowing at heart you shine for ever for us. ( by Hugh O'Donnell, S.D.B.) |
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