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46 And the mother with fond caress Had covered it with her own last dress. In wondering prayer stood our fond old pair. The little thing just seemed to plead. In little arms stretched out you'ld read Its prayer,— in silence all. No crying—just a little breath its call. "See, 'Stasia! What did I tell thee? Here is fortune and fate for us; No longer dwell we in loneliness. Take it and dress it. Look at it! Bless it! Quick, bear it inside. To the village I'll ride. Its ours to baptize, God-parents we need for our prize."


 * In this world

things strangely run.
 * There's a fellow

that curses his son,
 * Chases him away from home,
 * Into lonely lands to roam.