Poems (Holmes)/On the Death of an Infant
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On the Death of on Infant,
Dear infant, though thy playful smile
Is checked by Death's pale stealthy form,
Who locks thee in his cold embrace,
And we its loss do deeply mourn;
For oft it cheered our saddened hearts
When o'er them, care dark shadows flung,
As morning's light illumes the sky
With night's black curtain overhung:—
Is checked by Death's pale stealthy form,
Who locks thee in his cold embrace,
And we its loss do deeply mourn;
For oft it cheered our saddened hearts
When o'er them, care dark shadows flung,
As morning's light illumes the sky
With night's black curtain overhung:—
Yet to a brighter, fairer world,
Thy gentle spirit wings its way,
Where saints their praise with angels join
To Him whose mercy crowns each day.
Though in the tomb thy beauty fades,
As flow'rets nipped by winter's breath,
Yet thou in yonder spirit-land
Wilt bloom all free from pain and death.
Thy gentle spirit wings its way,
Where saints their praise with angels join
To Him whose mercy crowns each day.
Though in the tomb thy beauty fades,
As flow'rets nipped by winter's breath,
Yet thou in yonder spirit-land
Wilt bloom all free from pain and death.
Where from the pure celestial springs
Bright streams of living waters flow,
And fragrant amaranthine flowers
On trees of life immortal grow.
Then go, dear infant, and enjoy
The bliss that is to angels given,
And in our hearts thy smile shall dwell
Till we shall meet again in heaven.
Bright streams of living waters flow,
And fragrant amaranthine flowers
On trees of life immortal grow.
Then go, dear infant, and enjoy
The bliss that is to angels given,
And in our hearts thy smile shall dwell
Till we shall meet again in heaven.