LE SECRET DE L'ALBATROS

Little Page longed to see again his Little Queen And repose his two lips on her hand fair and keen;

Little Page dreamed of the day when back to her palace He would speak her his love and see her face to face.

Will that day of splendour, of beauty and delight Come once for Little Page, and by light replace night?

à M. l'Abbé OLIVIER MAURAULT, p.s.: