BAPTISM OF AN INFANT.
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Yet may'st thou walk
Even as she walked, breathing on all around
The warmth of high affections, purified,
And sublimated, by that Spirit's power
Which makes the soul fit temple for its God.
So shalt thou in a brighter world, behold
That countenance which the cold grave did veil
Thus early from thy sight, and the first tone
That bears a mother's greeting to thine ear
Be wafted from the minstrelsy of Heaven.
