We wanted verses from Béranger (Spiritist Society of Mexico, April 20th 1859)Since I left our land of graceI hear my name on visiting many places.
Everyone says: ‘Please, come’, they say with eager: ‘We want the verses of Béranger.’
Allow some rest to this smiling face.
Today she lives in the ample fields of space And to praise the Lord always full of joy her singing
Is daily mixed with heavenly gigs.
She formerly sang very frivolous songs, But her heart was good. Her perky words Were not badly judged by God.
She loved and prayed, disliking nobody. If I made fun of the Nasturtium class That also made the French laugh.
If God allows me to return to this World I shall make you rejoice with my words.
NOTE: At this point the spirit of Béranger left us, returning after our invitation and giving us the following verses:
Alas! You kill me oh frivolous people!
Verses! Always verses! The poor Béranger doodled Them in quantity when living on this planet.
Against them his death should protect. But no, not at all! He must follow his fate! I wish with my death God would repudiate.
The poor Béranger’s suffering you see And still you want to punish him for his sins!
Béranger
