All young-time summer long, And face so fair
Which spritely grown, Sang maiden to her song
As yet unknown, But bravely faced
The future that would be, What curves were thrown
She tatly laced , And never turned to flee
Rondo Ala Mom
When time erased, Her girly corm
With love and motherhood, As ever chaste
Her saintly norm, She gave more than she could
No gathered storm, Nor worldly care
Have weakened her sweet grace
Nor til her form, So larkly rare
Ascends to Heaven’s place
Her long red hair, Was windly flown
All young-time summer long, And face so fair
Which spritely grown, Sang maiden to her song
~Daniel J. Higgins
