The soul in the Lord. it is eternal spring, it is the fullness of love, It is true friendship.

The golden sun sends its last rays, the glimmering fountains whisper their song,

The Lord set his eyes on you He called you to be a priest in your ear rang his call He wanted to be your inheritance and your lot.

One summer evening when walking in the garden I felt someone watching me and touching my hand.

St. Mary of the Angels Is dressed up with flowers, and the friars with their praises

Clara you are a flame of love, as a spring flower, chosen of the Lord, Christian so true.