 | The New Brunswick Poems of Jonathan Odell |  |
TO A MOTHER, ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT
Sad Mourner, let my friendly verse
The balm of sympathy impart,
Till calm reflection may disperse
The grief now pressing on your heart.
The balm of sympathy impart,
Till calm reflection may disperse
The grief now pressing on your heart.
Your son, baptised, and born anew,
The adopted Heir of peace and joy,
Has realis'd the prize in view,
Secure from forfeit or alloy.
The adopted Heir of peace and joy,
Has realis'd the prize in view,
Secure from forfeit or alloy.
And now, escaped the toils of life,
And all the Scenes of human woe,
Safe from the perils and the Strife
Of Virtue struggling here below;
And all the Scenes of human woe,
Safe from the perils and the Strife
Of Virtue struggling here below;
He sleeps an Infant, but shall rise
Mature in high angelic lore,
A Star in those eternal Skies
Which dawn when Time shall be no more.
Mature in high angelic lore,
A Star in those eternal Skies
Which dawn when Time shall be no more.
Maternal Sorrows, then, adieu!
Regard no phantoms of the tomb!
The glorious prospect now in view
Dispels their visionary gloom.
Regard no phantoms of the tomb!
The glorious prospect now in view
Dispels their visionary gloom.
But let Imagination soar
On wings of faith, and, in your Boy,
Behold a cherub, gone before,
His Mother's future crown of joy!
On wings of faith, and, in your Boy,
Behold a cherub, gone before,
His Mother's future crown of joy!
c. 1815
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