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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Poem: "A Child My Choice" by Robert Southwell, S.J.

Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that child.Whose heart no thought, no tongue no word,
whose hand no deed defiled.
I praise him most, I love him best, all praise and love is his;
While him I love, in him I live, and cannot live amiss

Love's sweetest mark, laud's highest theme,
man's most desired light,
To love him life, to leave him death, to live in him delight.
He mine by gift, I his by debt, thus each to other due.
First friend he was, best friend he is, all times will try him true.

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