Receives him at the cradle, stays by him to the tomb,
And, bearing up to heaven his soul within his arms,
Presents it, trembling, to the Lord of all.
[121] O thrice happy, thrice blessed day! come to fill all our hearts with infinite happiness.
[122] A slight refreshment taken by French children between the morning and evening meal.
[123] This nest, this soft mystery, is a mother’s love. Children, touch it not!
[124] Being unable to create anything, you must destroy nothing. Children, touch it not!
Few are the days in life which offer charms enough
To make us weep when evening brings their close.