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Most fortunate are you through all the ages,

Meheramai, you who alone do reign

Within God's heart and feel and know His pain

More intimately than others, great sages

And saints are not so blessed. All the world rages

For sight of Him -- seeking in passing gain

His face; or weeps, 'O, where is lover's lane?'

Or through hard penance seeks to know the stages.

And I among men am most blessed indeed

In that I write these lines to celebrate

The birth of one to whom all women cede

Love's honor-seat, and patiently await

Their turn; one, whose pure beauty's grace

Poets will sing as long as lasts our race.

	--Francis Brabazon

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