HERE buried lies an infant's mortal stole: Heaven's home, ne'er more to quit, that stainless soul Has sought, and 'midst the Blest, thro' blessed days Of endless joy doth God Almighty praise. Exalted there, unfailing bliss doth know, Nor can regret the life of here below-- The life we live, ne'er safe from morn to morn-- Such the hard laws 'neath which mankind is born. Blest soul! Thou, in this age when griefs abound, In God thy Father's bosom rest hast found; Thine earthly father left, with pitying eyes Thou seest his regrets and miseries. Witness his tears upon the record shed, 'Graved on the stone that shields thy silent bed. Rest, O sweet child, and what are torn from thee Of years, unto thy father's added be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE GENTLE CHECK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |