Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 35

Little Sister Rose-Marie,
Chosen bride to Christ she 'll be.
Child—she says she sees her path,
Mild—has felt God-Father's wrath.
Vows her life forth joyfully.
(Visioned unreality).

Harken, Sister Rose-Marie:
Chosen bride to pain I be;
But I never saw his face,
And I never chose my place,
Nor the vow that wedded me.
(O unseen reality.)
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