Poems.
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Oh! who could deem those little souls,
Where pureness seemed engraved
Fresh from an Almighty hand,
Could be "totally depraved."[1]
If such can be an infant's mind,
Where can we innocence e'er find?
Where pureness seemed engraved
Fresh from an Almighty hand,
Could be "totally depraved."[1]
If such can be an infant's mind,
Where can we innocence e'er find?
Again I saw those infant twins,
E'er many months had sped,
Clothed in their little funeral shroud,
Laid in the earth's cold bed.
If totally depraved they were,
Where now can be that infant pair?
E'er many months had sped,
Clothed in their little funeral shroud,
Laid in the earth's cold bed.
If totally depraved they were,
Where now can be that infant pair?
Nothing depraved, as all allow,
Can enter Heaven's dome;
And Christ hath said that children all
Should dwell within His throne.
Then, little infants must be pure,
To live with Him whose word is sure.
Can enter Heaven's dome;
And Christ hath said that children all
Should dwell within His throne.
Then, little infants must be pure,
To live with Him whose word is sure.
LIFE'S VICISSITUDES.
I never had a favorite flower,
But it was sure to die;
But it was sure to die;
- ↑ The above lines were suggested on hearing a lady say that she believed in the total depravity of children.
