to a sleeping infant.
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Farewell! sweet friend! farewell!
May we but follow, as thy footsteps pressed
The untrodden path our Lord and Saviour blest;
Then shall our spirits swell
The song of greeting on that peaceful shore,
Where earth's sad strain of parting is no more.
May we but follow, as thy footsteps pressed
The untrodden path our Lord and Saviour blest;
Then shall our spirits swell
The song of greeting on that peaceful shore,
Where earth's sad strain of parting is no more.
TO A SLEEPING INFANT.
Vision of purity and grace!
Upon whose lineaments we trace
The image of that perfect mind
Within thy tiny form enshrined,
How yearns my heart in tenderness,
Thy opening, onward path to bless!
Upon whose lineaments we trace
The image of that perfect mind
Within thy tiny form enshrined,
How yearns my heart in tenderness,
Thy opening, onward path to bless!
Bright are the skies above thee spread,
Sweet are the flowers around thee shed.
Thy stainless cheek, this blessed rest,
May image well thy infant breast.
The untroubled depths of life's fair stream
Reflect alone heaven's radiant beam.
Sweet are the flowers around thee shed.
Thy stainless cheek, this blessed rest,
May image well thy infant breast.
The untroubled depths of life's fair stream
Reflect alone heaven's radiant beam.
Child of a mother's ceaseless care,
Of trembling hope and fervent prayer!
Of trembling hope and fervent prayer!
