Every Birth Is Divine Poem by james watkin
Every Birth Is Divine
Held out to the scent-rays
Of a divine morn
Angels of a more astounded honour sung
Their oath of protection;
Which echoes down in a motherly impulse
To these shades far-flung.
As wondrous made, this raised
In a mortal birth
For gifted impressioning, that soul is
Heaven-precious, weighing!
God's covenant with Man, re-smiled out each
Holy Innocent's bliss.
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