If the crown accords with the child's smile
The world would turn into the Eden Garden
Where the Serpent won't dare slither into
But shrink away in fear and trembling
Crush down the Serpent's head, O Eve, darling
At the slightest hint of whisperings subtle
Love of the Eden Garden shall not blur our vision
Of the Kingdom of Heaven within our reach right now
Let us adoringly enthrone Infant Jesus, the perfect blend
Of Power and Glory, ceremony and innocence ever conceivable
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