An added bonus, lovely friend/delivering doctor rang me to read me poem by Robert Browning, shortly after baby was born:
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven-
All's right with the world!
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