A
WAIF
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This
place is holy, Christ has been
In it to-day;
The little girl behind this screen
Has passed away.
Her soul has sought the boundless deep
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Beyond
these skies.
Then fold her wasted hands to sleep,
And close her eyes.
No more their glazing pupils see
This crowded ward;
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She
walks now in eternity
Beside her Lord.
Put back the dark hair from her brow,
And smooth her cheek;
Those white lips would be praying now
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| If
they could speak.
Make straight each crippled limb again,
And raise her head;
It once would make her cry with pain
To touch her bed.
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The winter shadows as they fall
Begin to hide
The little texts upon the wall
That were her pride.
But where she wanders far away
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The
hills are bright;
She rests, our little waif and stray,
With God to-night.
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