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Show THE BABY. How Btrange It seemed to wake last j. night i And hear the baby breathe the room j Under the night-lamp's shaded light Wrapped softly in a gentle gloom! 3 What mystic wonder stirred us then. .1 With Joy and love what mingled awe, aj Before this little slumberer, when Wa The flowerlike face we dimly saw' Mill J A moment there we hung appalled, 1 Fearing to read in life's long scrolls v. I Fate of this soul that we had called jj I Out of the vasty deep of souls. 5 Perhaps the Lord of being bent J I That Instant to our sudden prayer ' f I For still the 'lo- breath came aud Rj went, ; II But peace and blessing filled tho . V , air. j . Harriet Prescott Spofford ,f In Harper's Bazar jB |