Her Just Reward
Into our classroom she flowed
Habit forming a sweeping swirl
And rosily did her face glow beneath her wimple
Pink and shining as though wafted straight from heaven
Leaving us small kids of seven entranced
By this gift of God who
through our midst shone
No sharp tones fixed us to our seats
Just the sweet,soft sounds
Of dear Sister Dorothea
To us her words were the milk and honey
Which into our minds poured
And there have stayed even unto old age
We had all fallen in love with her gentle radiance
Holding us in its bright and kind embrace
How much dismay to me did her passing bring,
The final redemptive comfort
That she had humbly earned her heavenly reward
As the gift of God for her earthly dedication
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