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HE said: "My babe is dead:

Unchristened did he die.

I wake in the long, lone night

And hear his plaintive cry.

I wonder does God hear,

And will not let him in—

My little one who died

All innocent of sin?

The wicked, who repent,

Win heaven, so men say;

And was my bonny child

Less dear to Him than they?

There's not a soul in bliss,

Rejoicing in God's Son,

That's purer or more sweet

Than was my little one!

Lowly, at Mary's shrine

Before the dawn of day

I kneel, for him to plead

Who was too small to pray