| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Foundling Hospital | | By Rosalie Jonas |
| | | Strangely silent, strangely bare, | |
| Tiny faces everywhere, | |
| Strangely old and gaunt and drawn | |
| In the dawn. | |
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| Haunting, piteous baby eyes! | 5 |
| Suffering mute, vicarious lies: | |
| Sacrifice for world-old sin, | |
| Deep therein. | |
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| “Man of pleasure,” you who lay | |
| In your mother’s arms one day, | 10 |
| These upon their mother’s breast | |
| May not rest. | |
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| These your passions touched to blight, | |
| Seed of sated appetite, | |
| Starve upon a pauper’s dole— | 15 |
| Body, soul. | |
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| That your pleasures play at ease | |
| Babes must battle with disease: | |
| Heavy toll of your light way | |
| They must pay! | 20 |
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| With the damp of anguished sweat | |
| See these matted tresses wet! | |
| And these unkissed, shrivelled hands | |
| Bear the brands. | |
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| Christ, have pity! You were man | 25 |
| When your martyrdom began: | |
| For men’s sins must the new-born | |
| Feel the thorn? | | | | |
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