A day came - of almost terrified delight and wonder - when the poor widowed girl pressed a child upon her breast.... a little boy, as beautiful as a cherub. What a miracle it was to hear its first cry! How she laughed and wept over it - how love, and hope, and prayer woke again in her bosom as the baby nestled there.... It was her life which the baby drank in from her bosom.
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