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Lovely was life, and seemingly complete! Such happiness was ours and / deep content. The days flew by like buoyant birds and fleet: Joy was / the urge to every fresh intent. No hours to waste, we had so much to / do; Life was our teacher and we loved her well; loved every sound and / every shade and hue; always she wove some new and potent spell. And / then the blinding miracle -- you came. A crumpled rose leaf, funny / little thing, no teeth, no hair, no words, not e'en a name, and yet / our hearts with ecstasy did sing. A tiny bundle. Eight pounds in a / shawl! And yet you caused so swift and great a change, became the / pulse of life, our joy, our all. We lived without you once, how very / strange! Then was all beauty symbolised by you. Then did we find / all joys on earth, above, wrapped in a shawl; and then at last we / knew the meaning of that phrase, "Lo! God is Love. "