Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWO CHILDREN, DYING OF ONE DISEASE, AND BURIED IN ONE GRAVE, by HENRY KING (1592-1669)


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TWO CHILDREN, DYING OF ONE DISEASE, AND BURIED IN ONE GRAVE, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Brought forth, in sorrow, and bred up in care
Last Line: By taking this inheritance of dust.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Graves; Death - Babies; Tombs; Tombstones


BROUGHT forth in sorrow, and bred up in care,
Two tender children here entombed are:
One place, one sire, one womb their being gave,
They had one mortal sickness, and one grave.
And though they cannot number many years
In their account, yet with their parent's tears
This comfort mingles; Though their days were few,
They scarcely sin, but never sorrow knew;
So that they well might boast, they carried hence
What riper ages lose, their innocence.

You pretty losses, that revive the fate,
Which, in your mother, death did antedate,
O let my high-swoln grief distil on you
The saddest drops of a parental dew:
You ask no other dower than what my eyes
Lay out on your untimely exequies:
When once I have discharg'd that mournful score,
Heav'n hath decreed you ne'er shall cost me more,
Since you release and quit my borrow'd trust,
By taking this inheritance of dust.





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