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SHE was going home down the lonely street, / A widow-woman with weary feet / And weary eyes that seldom smiled: / She had neither mother, sister, nor child. / She earned her bread with a patient heart, / And ate it quietly and apart, / In her silent home from day to day, / No one to say her "ay," or "nay."
She was going home without care to haste; / What should she haste for? On she paced / Through the snowy night so bleak and wild, / When she thought she heard the cry of a child, / A feeble cry, not of hunger or pain, / But just of sorrow. It came again. / She stopped -- she listened -- she almost smiled -- / "That sounds like a wail of a motherless child."