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ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
Yes, for ourselves we yet may heave the sigh;
O, not for thee! who bade adieu to, earth
So early, called to yon bright sphere on high,
An angel from the moment of thy birth.
O, not for thee! who bade adieu to, earth
So early, called to yon bright sphere on high,
An angel from the moment of thy birth.
Brightly arrayed in innocence divine,
And spotless robes, O, could we see thee now!
Great as our loss, we never should repine,
Nor one fond wish recall thee here below.
And spotless robes, O, could we see thee now!
Great as our loss, we never should repine,
Nor one fond wish recall thee here below.
