A Baby’s Death
i
A little soul scarce fledged for earth
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
A little soul.
A little soul scarce fledged for earth
Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
A little soul.
Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
Not knowing beyond this blind world’s girth
What things are writ in heaven’s full scroll.
Not knowing beyond this blind world’s girth
What things are writ in heaven’s full scroll.
Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,
And all things held in time’s control
Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
A little soul.
And all things held in time’s control
Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth
A little soul.
ii
The little feet that never trod
Earth, never strayed in field or street,
What hand leads upward back to God
The little feet?
The little feet that never trod
Earth, never strayed in field or street,
What hand leads upward back to God
The little feet?
A rose in June’s most honied heat,
When life makes keen the kindling sod,
Was not so soft and warm and sweet.
When life makes keen the kindling sod,
Was not so soft and warm and sweet.
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