The
Shepherdess of Domremy
Hearkens To Her Voices
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by Sister Teresa
Carmelite of Lisieux
1907
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Happy, happy am I,
Jeanne the shepherdess!
How swift my lambkins fly
To meet my kind caress.
How light my little crook;
How cool this verdant grove,
Beside whose babbling brook
In solitude I rove.
A lovely crown I weave
Of field-flowers, fair and sweet;
What joy is mine to leave
That crown at Mary’s feet!
Oh, how I love the flowers,
The birds, the rippling stream
The skies above these bowers
As fair as angel’s dream.
The valleys and the rills
Rejoice my longing eyes;
The summits of the hills,
They seem to touch the skies!
But hark! What voices come
Upon the evening breeze?
Do angels seek my home
With melodies like these?
I question air and space,
I gaze into the skies;
And yet no slightest trace
Of angels greets my eyes.
Ah, past those clouds that bar
And veil them from my sight,
Would I might fly afar
To realms of radiant light!
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