Monday, January 13, 2003

The Spirit Of The Unborn Babe Comments

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The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane,
Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the night;
For, oh, the sky was desolate and wild with wind and rain;
And how the little room was crammed with coziness and light!
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Robert William Service
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Brian Jani 12 July 2014

i really enjoyed this lengthy poem.keep up the brilliant work Mr Service

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