“When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.Quote by Helen Hunt JacksonTopics: Quotes about Helen Hunt JacksonShare on:FacebookPinterestWhatsApp
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