Well, They Are Gone, and Here Must I Remain

Glava 82 od 109

Epitaph on an Infant

67 riječi · ~1 minut

Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.

1794.

ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM

“Be, rather than be call’d, a child of God,” Death whisper’d!--with assenting nod, Its head upon its mother’s breast, The Baby bow’d, without demur-- Of the kingdom of the Blest Possessor, not inheritor.

April 8th, 1799.