In the arms of love, a blessed child is born,
Caressed by tenderness, from dusk till morn.
A mother's gentle touch, a precious embrace,
Guiding with wisdom, showering grace. ...
Another day of toil and strife,
Another page so white,
Within that fateful Log of Life
That I and all must write;
Another page without a stain
To make of as I may,
That done, I shall not see again
Until the Judgment Day.
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