Thoughts on the death of little children
Samuel Irenæus Prime
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(RareBooksClub.com, May 19, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 Excerpt: ...happy, that their infant bears To heaven no darkening stains of sin; And only breathed life's morning airs, Before its noonday storms begin. Farewell! I shall not soon forget! Although thy heart hath ceased to beat, My memory warmly treasures yet Thy features calm and mildly sweet.. i But no; that look is not the last: We yet may meet where seraphs dwell, Where love no more deplores the past, Nor breathes that withering word--Farewell. Sftt Saris 2-ost. When the soft airs and quickening showers Of spring-time make the meadows green, And clothe the sunny hills with flowers, And the cool hollows scooped between, Ye go, and fondly bending where The bloom is brighter than the day, Ye pluck the loveliest blossom there Of all that gem the rich array. The stem, thus robbed and rudely pressed, Stands desolate in the purple even; The flower has withered on your breast, But given its perfume up to heaven. When, mid our hopes that waken fears, And mid our joys that end in gloom, The children of our earthly years Around us spring, and bud, and bloom, An angel from the blest above Comes down among them at their play, And takes the one that most we love, And bears it silently away: Bereft, we feel the spirit's strife; But while the inmost soul is riven, Our dear and beauteous bud of life Receives immortal bloom in heaven. ffj&e 3£Uaper ani te iFlotomi. There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he, " Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed on the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves: It was for th...