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O sad the lot of babe forlorn
 * That hath no home in earth or sky,

But sobs along the dark'ning broogh—
 * "A Babe without a Name am I!"

Scarce launched upon its earthly course,
 * It had no time to sin or pray;

But all unwelcome, undesired,
 * Its harmless life was cast away.

Unblest by sign of Holy Cross,
 * Whose weight, like Christ, it surely bore,

A sinless soul, through dreary space
 * Thrust out to wander evermore.

It sobs along the lonely broogh,
 * Where night and darkness fill the sky,

"Oh, pity me! Oh, pity me!
 * A Babe without a Name am I!"