Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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The Burial Of an Infant. |
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The Burial Of an Infant.
Blest Infant Bud, whose Blossome-life
Did only look about, and fal,
Wearyed out in a harmles strife
Of tears, and milk, the food of all;
Did only look about, and fal,
Wearyed out in a harmles strife
Of tears, and milk, the food of all;
Sweetly didst thou expire: Thy soul
Flew home unstain'd by his new kin,
For ere thou knew'st how to be foul,
Death wean'd thee from the world, and sin.
Flew home unstain'd by his new kin,
For ere thou knew'st how to be foul,
Death wean'd thee from the world, and sin.
Softly rest all thy Virgin-Crums!
Lapt in the sweets of thy young breath,
Expecting till thy Saviour Comes
To dresse them, and unswadle death.
Lapt in the sweets of thy young breath,
Expecting till thy Saviour Comes
To dresse them, and unswadle death.
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