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She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, / Can never die, for Love forbids her death. / Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, / And breathed upon her his immortal breath.
On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, / Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. / Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, / There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.