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|(For the Rev. Charles L. O’Donnell, C.S.C.)|
The garden of God is a radiant place,|
And every flower has a holy face:
Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod,
But Saint Michael is the thorn on the rosebush of God.
David is the song upon God’s lips,|
And Our Lady is the goblet that He sips:
And Gabriel’s the breath of His command,
But Saint Michael is the sword in God’s right hand.
The Ivory Tower is fair to see,|
And may her walls encompass me!
But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might,
Saint Michael, show me how to fight!
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