Théophile Marzials (1850–1920)

THERE ’S one great bunch of stars in heaven

That shines so sturdily,

Where good Saint Peter’s sinewy hand

Holds up the dull gold-wroughten key.

There ’s eke a little twinkling gem

As green as beryl-blue can be,

The lowest bead the Blessèd Virgin

Shakes a-telling her rosary.

There ’s one that flashes flames and fire,

No doubt the mighty rubicel

That sparkles from the centre point

I’ the buckler of stout Raphael.

And also there ’s a little star—

So white, a virgin’s it must be;—

Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven

Hangs out to light the way for me.