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 it at length has withdrawn,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 Happy Bird’s Nest
2. Death of a Favorite Chamber Maid
3. On the Evening and Morning
4. A Billet Doux
5. The Slave's Complaint

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

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