Song

There ''s one great bunch of stars in heaven
That shines so sturdily,
Where good Saint Peter's sinewy hand
Holds up the dull gold-wroughten key.

There 's eke a little twinkling gem
As green as beryl-blue can be,
The lowest bead the Blessed Virgin
Shakes a-telling her rosary.

There 's one that flashes flames and fire,
No doubt the mighty rubicel
That sparkles from the centre point
I' the buckler of stout Raphael.

And also there 's a little star —
So white, a virgin's it must be; —
Perhaps the lamp my love in heaven
Hangs out to light the way for me.