 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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TWINS.
But born to die, they just had felt the air,When God revoked the mandate of their doom.
A brief imprisonment within the womb,
Of human life was all but all their share.
Two whiter souls unstained with sin or care
Shall never blossom from the fertile tomb;—
Twin flowers that wasted not on earth their bloom,
So quickly Heaven reclaimed the spotless pair.
Let man that on his own desert relies,
And deems himself the creditor of God,
Think how these babes have earned their paradise,
How small the work of their small period:
Their very cradle was the hopeful grave,
God only made them for His Christ to save.
| Poems by Hartley Coleridge | |