She holds within her little hands

A very precious gift

The meaning of all life is there

A dove of white she lifts

Holding love within her soul

Gathered in her hand

This special child of wisdom

Sends love throughout the land

See the sky break through the clouds

Watch the sun shine through

A glorious gift of God's sweet rays

In Blessings sent to you

Hold on to all that you can see

Beyond the sky so bright

So you will see the beauty in

The presence of His light.

Author Unknown

Come away, O human child!

to the waters and the wild

with a faery, hand in hand,

for the world's more full of weeping

than you can understand...

...W. B. Yeats...

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

....Dylan Thomas....

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