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Madelyn

Like angel’s psalm, her heart’s voice, the lyre of life’s pulse, sings of her coming. She summons mother with gentle touches- Oh those little feet and hands, such power of persuasion, like the moment of her birth or the first time mother feels her sweet newborn breath.

Madelyn, you brighten our hearts more than all the stars in heaven Your entrance will be like A silvery-silken veil of light That shines through the eyes Of Madelyn.