How loveable all infant beauties are! How sweet, in form and colour, are thine eyes! Disks of two living flowers, that, rooted far Within thy spirit, do report its joys, And pass its half-hour's sorrows on to heaven To sun themselves and vanish; but, in prayer, Their best expression comes; through the deep air They see their Lord, like those of holy Stephen. Far off, dear child! be that unhappy time, When aught of hard or shrewd shall settle there, Of wanton boldness, or of blighting crime; So Age may haply find them, as they were, And Death assort them with full many a one, That shall not blench when Jesus takes His throne! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY TO W.P.: 3 by GEORGE SANTAYANA OUTIDANA: A DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |