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;