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Edgar Guest - It`s a Boy
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The doctor leads a busy life, he wages war with death;
Long hours he spends to help the one who`s fighting hard for breath;
He cannot call his time his own, nor share in others` fun,
His duties claim him through the night when others` work is done.
And yet the doctor seems to be God`s messenger of joy,
Appointed to announce this news of gladness: "It`s a boy!"

In many ways unpleasant is the doctor`s round of cares,
I should not like to have to bear the burdens that he bears;
His eyes must look on horrors grim, unmoved he must remain,
Emotion he must master if he hopes to conquer pain;
Yet to his lot this duty falls, his voice he must employ
To speak to man the happiest phrase that`s sounded: "It`s a boy!"

I wish `twere given me to speak a message half so glad
As that the doctor brings unto the fear-distracted dad.
I wish that simple words of mine could change the skies to blue,
And lift the care from troubled hearts, as those he utters do.
I wish that I could banish all the thoughts that man annoy,
And cheer him as the doctor does, who whispers: "It`s a boy."

Whoever through the hours of night has stood outside her door,
And wondered if she`d smile again; whoe`er has paced the floor,
And lived those years of fearful thoughts, and then been swept from woe
Up to the topmost height of bliss that`s given man to know,
Will tell you there`s no phrase so sweet, so charged with human joy
As that the doctor brings from God--that message: "It`s a boy!"
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