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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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