Poems on Several Occasions By Mary Masters |
To my Infant Niece; her little Sister dying the Instant she was born.
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To my Infant Niece; her little Sister dying the Instant she was born.
Welcome sweet Innocence to Light,
Which Thou behold'st with wat'ry Eyes:
Too potent Rays oppress thy Sight,
And early Sorrows urge thy Cries.
Which Thou behold'st with wat'ry Eyes:
Too potent Rays oppress thy Sight,
And early Sorrows urge thy Cries.
Thou weep'st alas! and know'st not why,
Yet ev'ry Day the Cause will show:
More Knowledge will more Tears supply,
Thou com'st into a World of Woe.
Yet ev'ry Day the Cause will show:
More Knowledge will more Tears supply,
Thou com'st into a World of Woe.
Thy Sister not a year had stay'd,
Hardly attain'd a Gleam of Sense:
Yet at thy Entrance, Child, she fled,
She took a happy Journey hence.
Hardly attain'd a Gleam of Sense:
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She took a happy Journey hence.
Tho' young she dy'd, she had her share
Of Life's too certain painful Ills:
Torments, as great as Flesh can bear,
When sharp Disease relentless kills.
Of Life's too certain painful Ills:
Torments, as great as Flesh can bear,
When sharp Disease relentless kills.
But, now, by Death, she's kindly freed
From the unequal, cruel Strife.
Blest be the Pow'r, that has decreed
A Period to this wretched Life.
From the unequal, cruel Strife.
Blest be the Pow'r, that has decreed
A Period to this wretched Life.
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