|New hope was born, without that fear;
my body pregnant, filled with life;
no more sadness, no more strife.
And in awe, my eyes did see
her image as she was born of me;
ruby cheeks, down-like hair,
eyes aglow, skin so fair.
Thus I turn to thoughts of summer,
when breezes blow and sway the poplar
when I walk and talk and look
at my beloved daughter.