Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO A DYING INFANT, by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY


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First Line: Go to thy rest, my child!
Last Line: Amid yon cherub-train.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


GO to thy rest, my child!
Go to thy dreamless bed,
Gentle and undefiled,
With blessings on thy head;
Fresh roses in thy hand,
Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this fearful land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.

Before thy heart might learn
In waywardness to stray,
Before thy foot could turn
The dark and downward way;
Ere sin might wound the breast,
Or sorrow wake the tear,
Rise to thy home of rest,
In yon celestial sphere.

Because thy smile was fair
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy cradle-care
Was such a fond delight,
Shall Love, with weak embrace,
Thy heavenward flight detain?
No! Angel, seek thy place
Amid yon cherub-train.





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