A child will come to live among you,
to claim you as guardians in tenderness,
whose name will be a byword to you:
a name for your hope, your joy, your faith,
for your caress.
Though flames may dwindle as, during night-hours,
we contemplate our final duress,
the more your child will be welcome to you:
the name that arrived and, through your lives,
who never left.