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.