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THE NEWLY-BORN
The little soul looked out
Into a world of pain,
And sore oppressed with fear and doubt,
Shut eyes again.
Into a world of pain,
And sore oppressed with fear and doubt,
Shut eyes again.
Heard not the mother's cries
Nor saw her arms stretched wide,
Slipped back again to Paradise
On the next tide.
Nor saw her arms stretched wide,
Slipped back again to Paradise
On the next tide.
So small, so soft, so fair,
And like a carrier-dove,
The little soul, Love's messenger,
Fled back to Love.
And like a carrier-dove,
The little soul, Love's messenger,
Fled back to Love.
O, in this storm and din
What place for her abode?
The little white soul but looked in—
Flew back to God.
What place for her abode?
The little white soul but looked in—
Flew back to God.
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