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,
The 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.
Joyce Kilmer’s Anthology of Catholic Poets (New York: Liveright Publishing Corporation, 1917), 94.