St. Therese had a little way
She talked to a little dove
Sent down from her Father’s house
High in the heavens
Above
In his garden, all her days
She played with the whitest dove
And learned his secrets, on the wing
Of all the ways
Of love
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I would like to translate this poem
Pure and whitest of white perfect love A really great one Jim Troy