Show her babas shoe the night her worshipped wor shipped baby died no single tear she shed her weary face ace was bitter hard As though her soul was dead her suffering was terrible my aching heart seemed dumb no word ot of comfort could I 1 speak with pain all thought seemed numb across the way a laugh rang out all merry glad and light my heart recoiled as from a blow that laughter lived that night t her pale face grew more bitter still she touched one wee cold hand that her face caressed ali ah bitter deaths demand I 1 I 1 next morn the sunshine mocking I 1 seemed I 1 her dry eyes held such pain I 1 brought to her her living child my comfort had been vain he touched lier her hand and kissed hor her cheek ills taco face with pity sweet then in her lap dropped two small shoes worn by her babas feet beet tho the bitterness fled from her tace face tears wet the tiny tirey shoes she held him close and tearful said thank god I 1 still have you f i nona 11 II brown |