Madeline With other poems and parables: By Thomas Gordon Hake |
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Madeline | ||
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XXX. ON EARLY DEATH.
Age takes its turn to quit the ground;
Its life no further gain:
But why are little children found
To throng the funeral train?
Love they the company of years,
Unmindful of their parents' tears?
Its life no further gain:
But why are little children found
To throng the funeral train?
Love they the company of years,
Unmindful of their parents' tears?
Behold their tiny coffins set
Alongside in the tomb,
As if like twins again they met
Within a mother's womb.
Bears holiness such scanty fruit
As thus midst sucklings to recruit?
Alongside in the tomb,
As if like twins again they met
Within a mother's womb.
Bears holiness such scanty fruit
As thus midst sucklings to recruit?
Chilled by the winter's nipping snow
The rose has cast its flower,
And buds that shoot too late to blow
Drop with it from the bower.
The starving earth denies a home
To orphans of the world to come.
The rose has cast its flower,
And buds that shoot too late to blow
Drop with it from the bower.
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To orphans of the world to come.
EPODE.
Some deem it best the young should early die,They travel, then, but in advance of fate:
They run away from schools of misery,
And holidays in heaven anticipate.
Madeline | ||