When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.

Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson

Any Baby Dies Every Eyes Hard Harsh Head Her Loud Made Men Might Misery Mother Rose See Side Sound Stranger Voices Wrapped

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