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She prays for father, mother dear, / To Him with thunder shod, / She prays for every falling tear / In the holy church of God.
For all good men now fallen ill, / For merry men that weep, / For holiest teachers of His will, / And common men that sleep.
The sunlight flickering on the pews, / The sunlight in the air, / The flies that dance in threes, in twos, / They seem to join her prayer --
Her prayer for father, mother dear, / To Him with thunder shod, / A prayer for every falling tear / In the holy church of God.