In the abbey a sweet sound arose,
within the darkness,
a brightness was shown,
a child's voice came unto us all,
singing softly, heavenly,
an angelic sound,
powerful in it's meekness,
then out of the shadows,
we saw her knelling,
before the alter praying,
with her song.
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