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The days, the doubts, the dreams of pain / Are over, not to come again, / And from the menace of the night / Has dawned the day-star of delight: / My baby lies against me pressed -- / Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed!
His little head upon my arm, / His little body soft and warm, / His little feet that cannot stand / Held in the heart of this, my hand.