Clementine

He Who Loves the Innocent (19th century) perhaps by Antonios the Monk

Like the sweet rain of spring,

You wet your Mama’s eyes.

Like the diamond of a ring,

You gave purpose to Daddy’s surprise.

Fly and for us be gay;

Your smile is Heaven’s gain.

Though you took the lonely way,

In Christ we’ll meet again.

Dedication: To Clementine