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<h2> THE DEAD BABE </h2>
<p>Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,<br/>
In agony I knelt and said:<br/>
"O God! what have I done,<br/>
Or in what wise offended Thee,<br/>
That Thou should'st take away from me<br/>
My little son?<br/>
"Upon the thousand useless lives,<br/>
Upon the guilt that vaunting thrives,<br/>
Thy wrath were better spent!<br/>
Why should'st Thou take my little son—<br/>
Why should'st Thou vent Thy wrath upon<br/>
This innocent?"<br/>
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,<br/>
Before mine eyes the vision spread<br/>
Of things that might have been:<br/>
Licentious riot, cruel strife,<br/>
Forgotten prayers, a wasted life<br/>
Dark red with sin!<br/>
Then, with sweet music in the air,<br/>
I saw another vision there:<br/>
A Shepherd in whose keep<br/>
A little lamb—my little child!<br/>
Of worldly wisdom undefiled,<br/>
Lay fast asleep!<br/>
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,<br/>
In those two messages I read<br/>
A wisdom manifest;<br/>
And though my arms be childless now,<br/>
I am content—to Him I bow<br/>
Who knoweth best.<br/></p>
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