ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
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ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
Why should we weep for thee,
Since thou hast gone unsullied back to heaven,
No stain upon thy spirit’s purity,
No sin to be forgiven?
Since thou hast gone unsullied back to heaven,
No stain upon thy spirit’s purity,
No sin to be forgiven?
Love watched thee from thy birth,
Fond hearts around thee tireless vigils kept;
And o’er thy tender soul the storms of earth
Had never rudely swept.
Fond hearts around thee tireless vigils kept;
And o’er thy tender soul the storms of earth
Had never rudely swept.
Thou art spared a fearful lore—
A knowledge all attain who linger here;
The changed, the cold, the dead, were words that bore
No import to thine ear.
A knowledge all attain who linger here;
The changed, the cold, the dead, were words that bore
No import to thine ear.
Methought I saw in thee,
Thus early as I marked by many a token,
A soul that might not war with Destiny,
A heart that could be broken.
Thus early as I marked by many a token,
A soul that might not war with Destiny,
A heart that could be broken.
