Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT], by JOHN BEAUMONT



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

Rhyming Dictionary Search
OF MY DEAR SON [GERVASE BEAUMONT], by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Can I, who have for others oft compiled
Last Line: How to this port at every step I go.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Grief; Mourning; Death - Babies; Sorrow; Sadness; Bereavement


Can I, who have for others oft compiled
The songs of Death, forget my sweetest child,
Which, like a flower crushed, with a blast is dead,
And ere full time hangs down his smiling head,
Expecting with clear hope to live anew
Among the angels, fed with heavenly dew?
We have this sign of joy, that many days
While on the earth his struggling spirit stays,
The name of Jesus in his mouth contains
His only food, his sleep, his ease from pains . . . .
DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
To me was like a friendship, far above
The course of nature or his tender age;
Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage:
Let his pure soul, ordain'd seven years to be
In that frail body which was part of me,
Remain my pledge in Heaven, as sent to show
How to this port at every step I go.





Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net