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SPIRIT OF THE UNBORN BABE

ones everywhere; yet there is no other city with so many childless homes.

THE SPIRIT OF THE UNBORN BABE

The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane,
Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the night;
For, oh, the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rain;
And how the little room was crammed with coziness and light!
Except the flirting of the fire there was no sound at all;
The Woman sat beside the hearth, her knitting on her knee;
The shadow of her husband’s head was dancing on the wall;
She looked with staring eyes at it, she looked yet did not see.
She only saw a childish face that topped the table rim,
A little wistful ghost that smiled and vanished quick away;
And then because her tender eyes were flooding to the brim,
She lowered her head.… “Don't sorrow, dear,” she heard him softly say;
“It’s over now. We’ll try to be as happy as before