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God Did It
Decem in expectancy has come anon This morn, dress in bridal mist Of late night dews that fall on Worn ferns, Bahama and Lilies amidst A slim cool air in the atmosphere Gently bids adieu to a fleeting year. Alas, in a lull have all the waters Make their confluence in crystal Heav’n; Solace plants derive from dew showers With stalks and buds and roots swoll’n. Ha, a weaver in flight put up a nest And makes to breed with a new guest! Adieu, adieu, adieu ye lonely years Adieu, make way for a conjugal bliss To sapp drops of tears as with fears When hearts in harmony conjoin with ease; For HE who mould a woman out of man Ordains them for warmth in storm and harmattan! Stride the aisle then, daughter of Anwu Thy beauty God’s house brightly lit All things beautiful, and marvelous too God makes them all, God did it! Happy day, happy hearts, happy love Happy as the wings of a soaring dove! Happy still, the one who finds his rib That one and one no longer two but one And yet multiply by eros in filial crib With new born babes; daughter and son. Hence shall the fountain of health and grace And the spring of joy flow all thy days! (For Goddidit Esiro Igbape).
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