Like a mother mine was delighted, she gave birth,
A joy most pure, like breath of life upon this earth.
Great as the dawn when first we took our breath,
And like the sun, we gleamed with hope, not death.
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How great when we fear not for our Godlessness How great when we die is going to be our tribulation? life, its problems, its joys and its sins........ the tribulations at the end...... you are becoming very philosophical. thank u dear poet. tony
Thank you Dr. Theodore