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The young mother sat in her bed at night, Stroking her orb of newborn joy. And as the moon shone through the pine, She thought of her coming baby boy. Angel of the Southern wild, She'd thought she'd fallen from her makers' grace; But her family, welcoming the child, restored her hope & redeemed her face. Her hero, a noble man of love, Pledged loyalty, and took her for the altar. Through the joy of the wedding dove, they embraced union in matrimony's hour. And in the first rays of the Dawn, arrived in glory came the son. Miracle & joy of the mother's eye, She smiled as he started to cry. In the heart and thought of friend and f