Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life Did only look about, and fall, Wearied out in a harmless strife Of tears and milk, the food of all; Sweetly didst thou expire: thy soul Flew home unstained by his new kin, For ere thou knew'st how to be foul, Death @3weaned@1 thee from the world and sin. Softly rest all thy virgin-crumbs! @3Lapped@1 in the sweets of thy young breath, Expecting till thy Saviour comes To @3dress@1 them, and @3unswaddle@1 death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HAWTHORN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WINDS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BURNS - EXTEMPORE by ROBERT BURNS |