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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane,<br>Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the night;<br>For, oh, the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rain;<br>And how the little room was crammed with coziness and light!<br>Except the flirting of the fire there was no sound at all;<br>The Woman sat beside the hearth, her knitting on her knee;<br>The shadow of her husband's head was dancing on the wall;<br>She looked with staring eyes at it, she looked yet did not see.<br>She only saw a childish face that topped the table rim,<br>A little wistful ghost that smiled and vanished quick away;<br>And then because her tender eyes were flooding to the brim,<br>She lowered her head. . . . &quot;Don't sorrow, dear,&quot; she heard him softly say;<br>&quot;It's over now. We'll try to be as happy as before<br>(Ah! they who little children have, grant hostages to pain).<br>We gave Life chance to wound us once, but never, never more. . . .&quot;<br>The Spirit of the Unborn Babe fled through the night again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spirit of the Unborn Babe went wildered in the dark;<br>Like termagants the winds tore down and whirled it with the snow.<br>And then amid the writhing storm it saw a tiny spark,<br>A window broad, a spacious room all goldenly aglow,<br>A woman slim and Paris-gowned and exquisitely fair,<br>Who smiled with rapture as she watched her jewels catch the blaze;<br>A man in faultless evening dress, young, handsome, debonnaire,<br>Who smoked his cigarette and looked with frank admiring gaze.<br>&quot;Oh, we are happy, sweet,&quot; said he; &quot;youth, health, and wealth are ours.<br>What if a thousand toil and sweat that we may live at ease!<br>What if the hands are worn and torn that strew our path with flowers!<br>Ah, well! we did not make the world; let us not think of these.<br>Let's seek the beauty-spots of earth, Dear Heart, just you and I;<br>Let other women bring forth life with sorrow and with pain.<br>Above our door we'll hang the sign: `No children need apply. . . .'&quot;<br>The Spirit of the Unborn Babe sped through the night again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spirit of the Unborn Babe went whirling on and on;<br>It soared above a city vast, it swept down to a slum;<br>It saw within a grimy house a light that dimly shone;<br>It peered in through a window-pane and lo! a voice said: &quot;Come!&quot;<br>And so a little girl was born amid the dirt and din,<br>And lived in spite of everything, for life is ordered so;<br>A child whose eyes first opened wide to swinishness and sin,<br>A child whose love and innocence met only curse and blow.<br>And so in due and proper course she took the path of shame,<br>And gladly died in hospital, quite old at twenty years;<br>And when God comes to weigh it all, ah! whose shall be the blame<br>For all her maimed and poisoned life, her torture and her tears?<br>For oh, it is not what we do, but what we have not done!<br>And on that day of reckoning, when all is plain and clear,<br>What if we stand before the Throne, blood-guilty every one? . . .<br>Maybe the blackest sins of all are Selfishness and Fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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