Song The Canticle of Céline Oh! how I love the memory Of blessèd days in infancy—. My innocence a flower He guarded.... He surrounded me, the Lord above With love! Yes, I was little; nonetheless My heart was filled with tenderness— This love it had, it could not but express: My promise to the King of Heav’n, Was giv’n. I loved Mama—her smile. Serene, It spoke of things that were not seen: "My joy is in Eternity. I mean To go and see the God of Love Above.” 17 Darling Thérèse Maurice Denis, The Crown