Marie Farrar. Orphaned minor Rickets. Birthmarks none. Admits that she did k** her child As follows here in summary She visited a woman in a basement When she was two months gone, as she reports it And she had two injections there Which hurt so bad but they did not abort it AND you I beg make not your anger manifest For all that live need help from all the rest Nonetheless she paid her bill Returned to work to scrub the floor and wash the plates She knew that she would soon begin to show She prayed to Mary, her hopes were great Then on that morning six months later As she began to scrub the stairs A pain came clawing into her guts She knew the thing would soon be there She worked until after ten She could not give birth in peace until the household slept Then she bore a son like any mother's son While she, now a mother, wept For she was not like other mothers are But there are no valid grounds why we should mock her Then the child began to cry Which vexed her, so she said She beat it with her fists both blind and wild Til it was quiet and it was dead She took the body into bed Slept with it for the rest of the night And in the morning when the household was out She hid it in the laundry shed where it was out of sight Marie Farrar died in a penitentiary An unwed mother judged by law And she will show how all that lives, lives frailly And you who bear your sons in laundered linen sheets And speak of your pregnancies as a blessed state She never damned the outcast and the weak Her sin was heavy, her sorrow great Her sin was heavy, her sorrow great