Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO A DEAD BABY, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH


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TO A DEAD BABY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Pale little feet, grown quiet ere they could run
Last Line: There is a heaven that makes this earth complete.
Subject(s): Babies; Death - Children; Life; Infants; Death - Babies


Pale little feet, grown quiet ere they could run
One step in life's strange journey; sweet lips chilled
To silence ere they prattled; small hands stilled
Before one stroke of life's long toil was done;
Uncreased white brows that laurels might have won,
Yet leave their spacious promise unfulfilled --
O baby dead, I cannot think God willed
Your life should end when it had scarce begun!

If no man died till his long life should leave
All hopes and aims fulfilled, until his feet
Had trod all paths where men rejoice or grieve,
I might have doubt of future life more sweet;
But as I look on you, I must believe
There is a heaven that makes this earth complete.





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