With the flow of his joy; and his hovel bare,
As his whole life is to us—
A stone in his belly the whole of his share.
Body starved, but the soul secure,
Masses to save it from Purgatory,
And to dwell with the Son and the Virgin pure—
Lucky Salvatore!
Salvatore’s glad, for see
On the hearse and the coffin, purple and black,
Tassels, ribbons, broidery