To A Motherless Babe

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Title:     To A Motherless Babe
Author: Mrs. J. C. Yule [More Titles by Yule]

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?

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Mrs. J. C. Yule's poem: To A Motherless Babe

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