THE HALO.
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There’s a picture of an angel, hanging on our study wall, A lovely angel with white wings, and very grand and tall; Around about her head there is a shining golden ring, And I asked Jimmy why she wore that funny yellow thing; And Jimmy laughed and said to me; “Why, silly, don’t you know? That’s nothing but a saint-hole; all angels have them so. The Shining Way runs through it, straight to her heavenly home, And when she’s tired of the earth, she calls to God to come; He reaches down and pulls her through, before you can count seven, And you can’t see her any more, because she is in Heaven.” I don’t quite understand it, the thought is very new; But if I had a saint-hole, I’d go to Heaven too.
