Poems (Odom)/Baby is Dead
BABY IS DEAD.
[Inscribed to the memory of little "Rosa Glenn."]
Lay away the little garments, Fragrant with a mother's care;Gather up the dainty trifles, Strewn around us everywhere.For the precious baby fingers Lie forever clasped in death,And the rosy lips have whitened, Underneath its icy breath.
In a grave down by the sea-side, Dark and silent, cold and deep,We have laid our little darling In her last unbroken sleep.Priceless treasure, bought by anguish, Months of waiting, hours of pain;Hers by every tie the strongest, Yet not hers on earth again.
Bright dark eyes sealed fast forever, Waxen limbs so white and still,Empty arms and aching bosom, Void that naught in life can fill;Dewey floweret, early gathered, Made for angel hands to reap,Not one tinge of earth upon it— Just a baby gone to sleep.