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. Brockley Coomb
3. The Pang More Sharp Than All
4. Charity in Thought
5. Humility the Mother of Charity

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