The Vincentian

A famous song in his own ear Often sung enough for him to hear Upon his being does the tune call To make him dance just as he’s touched By notes of thoughts on memory’s lane So life would’ve been but not in vain Being able to think and gather The memories of friends and brothers As life still is he can just think About what for doth he still live? Should grace within from him depart? He would feel all but won’t feel glad And where he lies should help seek him What does he wield to help it with? For as he stands he will need help In future times and future nears Now bidding by the bidders pass They bid to help but woe alas For they’re in need and cannot give What they don’t have nor would receive The needy lies with helplessness With needy souls he lays to rest And helps them out in selflessness To get from them his long sought help. here is to him a true christian, worthy one, the Vincentian.