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THE BABE OF EAREY CUSHLIN.
So sad the lot of babe forlorn
That hath no home in earth or sky,
But sobs along the dark'ning broogh—
"A Babe without a Name am I!"
Scarce launched upon its earthly course,
It had no time to sin or pray;
But all unwelcome, undesired,
Its harmless life was cast away.
Unblest by sign of Holy Cross,
Whose weight, like Christ, it surely bore,
A sinless soul, through dreary space
Thrust out to wander evermore.
It sobs along the lonely broogh,
Where night and darkness fill the sky,
"Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me!
A Babe without a Name am I!"
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