The Way the Baby Came

O THIS is the way the baby came:
Out of the night as comes the dawn
Out of the embers as the flame;
Out of the bud the blossom on
The apple-bough that blooms the same
As in glad summers dead and gone —
With a grace and beauty none could name —
O this is the way the baby came!
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