Feast of Holy Mother of God's Birth

A baby girl was born as sweet as May

And like a rosebud in her cradle lay.

She looked up to her mother with blue eyes

And smiled up at her father baby-wise.

Through all the house bright sunbeams seemed to
glide,

And swarms of larks began to sing outside.

White lambkins leaped in through the open door

And bleated joyously as ne'er before.

Into the garden father soon took babykin

And fondly stroked her dimpled little chin.

The palms and roses bowed in reverence,

White doves flew up from every garden fence

And sat right on the darling baby's breast

And cooed to her in never ceasing zest.

Up in the skies floated another air,

Much sweeter than the lark song and more fair,

And softer than the harp and violin;

It must have been her happy angel kin.

And all the people who that day passed by

Were strangely happy though they knew not why.

In all the town no evil word was spoken

And all day long no law of God was broken.

Old pious songs and joyous laughs were heard

In every home, as if by magic stirred.

Old Mother Anna blossomed in young grace,

No slightest fold lay on her kindly face.

She put her hands so soft and motherly

Around her babe and sang her melody.

The sun stood still, it seemed, for many hours,

As if too loath to seek her wonted bowers.

The stars came out and joined in merry dance

Around the golden moon's new radiance.

And all because this rosy babe was born

To usher in Redemption's blessed morn.

( written by Fr. Lynk ~~ more poems on great Udayton site )