Santa Catalina

Santa Catalina! to-morrow is thy day.
Thou wilt go up to heaven with a holy glee,
And old San Pedro, spying thee, will say:
" What woman is this who is calling me? "
" Catalina I, who by the martyrs' path have fared. "
" Little Dove, come in, come in! Thy dove-cot is prepared. "
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