Only a Little Child.
A Voice.
Only a little child!
Stone cold upon a bed!
Is it for him you wail so wild,
As though the very world were dead?
Arise, arise!
Threaten not the tranquil skies!
Do not all things die?
'Tis but a faded flower!
Dear lives exhale perpetually
With every fleeting hour.
Rachael for ever weeps her little ones;
For ever Rizpah mourneth her slain sons.
Arise, arise!
Threaten not the tranquil skies!
Only a little child!
Long generations pass:
Behold them flash a moment wild
With stormlight, a pale headlong mass
