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Show rWSHij I - : : ' I . : : 1 ' Jl!L I' III QH, Babe, on Mother Mary's knee, i f ' Fj': What do thine eyes, all wondering, see? ! 1 ' ' "In a garden. One alone j r" ' -t- ' '. Maketh prayer and bitter moan;' J ! : I ' . . Him His comrades have forgot ' ' ' ' ; r . 1 - ; 1 ; Yet His God forgetteth not Oh, Babe, the shadows deeper grow- j - When the garden lights are dim. What deepening sorrow grieves Thee so? Lo, an angel comforts Him I" "Now I see a leafless tree ' ! Oh, Babe, a shadow on Thee lies; On a height called Calvary, - What sorrow darkens in Thine eyes ? .1 And its bitter fruit God saith. 4 ' ; "One I see, His head bowed down Ripens for My hour of death; : j Underneath a thorny crown, Yet within that awful hour ; j Staggering toward a distent hill Life immortal breaks. in flower!" ; : j .....'.Fainting;'-yet triumphant Still Oh, Babe,-on Mother Mary's knee. . SittCe upon His cross He bears As her arms encompass Jhee, I .'' I Ail the world's unnumbered cared1 Sleep nor dream of a day to be! I Courtesy of Herald-Republican ' ROBERT GILBERT WELSH ' j |