by Pavel Chichikov
Behind us was a baby gurgling
Like a new moon set to rise
In the west the Blessed Virgin
With the full moon in her eyes
Near the altar sang the choir
Holy, holy and amen
Everything a baby prattle
Hymns the shaking of a rattle
When we leave the arms of mother
Stand erect and learn to speak
Then we'll sing hosannah proper
Words and music strong and meek
When we are old and full of growth
Child and ancient prophet both
Eloquent to celebrate
And every praise enunciate
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