George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон)

On the Death of an Infant

Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn,
The Seraphs have rock'd it to sleep;
Away with an angelic smile it has gone,
And left a sad parent to weep!

It soars from the ocean of pain,
On breezes of precious perfume;
O be not discouraged when death is but gain--
The triumph of life from the tomb.

With pleasure I thought it my own,
And smil'd on its infantile charms;
But some mystic bird, like an eagle, came down,
And snatch'd it away from my arms.

Blest Babe, it ascends into Heaven,
It mounts with delight at the call;
And flies to the bosom from whence it was given,
The Parent and Patron of all.

1. The Powers of Love
2. On the Evening and Morning
3. The Fate of an Innocent Dog
4. Imploring to Be Resigned at Death
5. Meditation on a Cold, Dark, and Rainy Night

Lucretia Davidson (Лукреция Дэвидсон) On the Death of an Infant ("Sweet child, and hast thou gone, for ever fled!")

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