Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph on an Infant

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there. 

1. Lines
2. Lines Composed in a Concert-Room
3. To a Friend, with an Unfinished Poem
4. To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre
5. Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath

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