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To A Motherless Babe Post by :cce12247 Category :Poems Author :Mrs. J. C. Yule Date :July 2011 Read :2694

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To A Motherless Babe

Why art thou here, little, motherless one,--
Why art thou here in this bleak world alone?
With that innocent smile on thy beautiful brow,
What hath this stern world for such as thou?

Why art thou here in this world of unrest,
Thou that of angels shouldst be the guest?--
Oh, wild are the storms of this wintry clime,
Dire are the ills that will meet thee in time!
Lamb, with no shelter when tempests are near,
Dove, with no resting place, why art thou here?

(The end)
Mrs. J. C. Yule's poem: To A Motherless Babe

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