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"Sœur Monique" In some world-renownèd pain; Of one daisy 'mid the centuries of sun; Of a little living nun In the garden of the years.

Yes, I am not far astray; But I guess you as might one Pausing when young March is grey, In a violet-peopled day; All his thoughts go out to places that he knew, To his child-home in the sun, To the fields of his regret, To one place i' the innocent March air, By one olive, and invent The familiar form and scent Safely; a white violet Certainly is there.

Sœur Monique, remember me. 'Tis not in the past alone I am picturing you to be; But my little friend, my own, In my moment, pray for me. For another dream is mine, And another dream is true, Sweeter even, Of the little ones that shine Lost within the light divine,— Of some meekest flower, or you, In the fields of Heaven. 27