Lydia Huntley Sigourney (Лидия Сигурни)

Death of an Infant

Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow,
And dash'd it out. There was a tint of rose
On cheek and lip;--he touch'd the veins with ice,
And the rose faded.--Forth from those blue eyes
There spoke a wishful tenderness,--a doubt
Whether to grieve or sleep, which Innocence
Alone can wear. With ruthless haste he bound
The silken fringes of the curtaining lids
For ever. There had been a murmuring sound
With which the babe would claim its mother's ear,
Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set
His seal of silence. But there beam'd a smile
So fix'd and holy from that marble brow,--
Death gazed and left it there;--he dared not steal
The signet-ring of Heaven.

1. Samuel G. Ogden, Esq.
2. With Wild Flowers to a Sick Friend
3. A Summer Morning
4. The First Wintery Morning
5. Mary Shipman Deming

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