Madam Marcelene Gomes
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When my self, apart roams,
My conscience recalls madam Marcelene Gomes.
My teacher at St. Bartholomew's school,
Who taught us the virtuous rule.
A fine and devoted teacher,
Humanity and spiritual preacher.
A woman of strict conduct,
Employing indecency to reject.
Always caring and advising,
Always motivating and inspiring.
Pious, mystic, modest and chaste,
Social, judicious, never in haste.
Her words, in the heart lie,
Her shout, an angel's cry.
Her anger, a prophet's rage,
Her looks, a saint's image.
Till today, in my severance,
My conscience, gives her reference.
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