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With new, ill-fitting gloves, / With frocks as white as snow, / By two and two these little loves / To First Communion go.
I watch them as they pass, -- / Somehow, I shrewdly guess / Each child thinks little of her mass / And much about her dress.
But you, dear Aged Saint, / Whose eyeballs upward roll, / I trust you have no worldly taint / Upon your gentle soul.