And while the years an endless toilCome pressing swiftly onOur babe shall be from heaven sentHis name, a true God’s word
That though maladies has arisenThe host of our heart shall rejoiceLike Mary, mother of our lordWe shall mark the boundless loveWithin his infant eyes
And deeper our joy shall beEven in his ripening youthAnd treasure up from year to yearTill death takes us away.------Inez Anigbogu
