few years back, i read this poem in an english novel,since then it’s been one of my favorites..ohh yeah, it comes from my previous blog which was on blogger and which is no more there 
one stormy night as the train ran along ,
all the passengers had gone to bed,
except a young man with a babe on his knee
who sat with bowed – down head;
the innocent babe began crying just then,
as though its poor heart would break ,
“make that child hush its noise,” an angry
man said. “it’s keeping us all awake .”
“put it out,” said another . “.we don’t want
it in here.we have paid for our berths and want rest.”
but never a word said the man with the
child,as he folded it close to his breast.
“oh where is its mother ? go take it to
her,” one young lady softly said.
“i wish that i could,” was the man’s sad
reply. “but i can’t though, for she is dead.”
as the train rolled onward,a husband sat
in tears,
thinking of the happiness of just a few
short years.
a baby’s face brings pictures of
a cherished hope now dead.
and the baby’s cries won’t wake her,
in the baggage car ahead.
every eye filled with tears as the story
he told of a wife who was faithful and true;
he told how he’d saved up his earnings for
years, just to build a home for two;
how when heaven sent them their sweet
little babe, their happy young lives were blest,
his heart seemed to break when he mentioned
her name, and in tears tried to tell the rest.
every woman arose to assist with the
child; there were wives and mothers on that train.
and soon was the little one sleeping in
peace, with no thought of sorrow and pain .
next morning at the station he bade all
goodbye. “god bless you,” he softly said,
and each had a story to tell in their home
of the baggage car ahead……….
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