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(For the Rev. James J. Daly, S. J.)
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, / Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair? / As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, / Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too?
Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes, / Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies. / Now and then a wingéd child turns his merry face / Down toward the spinning world -- what a funny place!
Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul! ) / In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole. / Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry, / Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky.
Christ's Troop, Mary's Guard, God's own men, / Draw your swords and strike at Hell and strike again. / Every steel-born spark that flies where God's battles are, / Flashes past the face of God, and is a star.