The Madonna

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Title:     The Madonna
Author: Frank Oliver Call [More Titles by Call]

She shivered and crouched in the immigrant shed
In the midst of the surging crowd;
Her hands were warped with the years of toil,
And her young form bent and bowed.

Her eyes looked forth with a frightened glance
At the throng that round her pressed;
But her face was the face of the Mother of God
As she looked at the babe on her breast.

[The end]
Frank Oliver Call's poem: Madonna

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