OLD NUNS

Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns, She loves them well. Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floods Each convent cell, But fondest falls Our Lady’s smile Where old nuns dwell; Old nuns whose hearts are young with love For Mary’s Son, Old nuns whose prayers for faltering souls Have victory won, Old nuns whose lives are beautiful With service done. Their love a loveless world has saved From God’s dread rod, The paths where Sorrow walks with Sin Their feet have trod, Their knees have worn the flags that pave The house of God. Our Lady smiles on youthful nuns, She loves them well; Our Lady’s smile like sunshine floods Each convent cell; But fondest falls Our Lady’s smile Where old nuns dwell.