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A Father's extempore Consolation ON THE DEATH OF Two Daughters, who lived only Two Days. |
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A Father's extempore Consolation ON THE DEATH OF Two Daughters, who lived only Two Days.
Let vulgar souls endure the body's chain,
Till life's dull current ebbs in ev'ry vein,
Dream out a tedious age ere, wide display'd,
Death's blackest pinion wraps them in the shade.
Till life's dull current ebbs in ev'ry vein,
Dream out a tedious age ere, wide display'd,
Death's blackest pinion wraps them in the shade.
These happy infants, early taught to shun
All that the world admires beneath the sun,
Scorn'd the weak bands mortality cou'd tie,
And fled impatient to their native sky.
All that the world admires beneath the sun,
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And fled impatient to their native sky.
Dear precious babes!—Alas! when, fondly wild,
A mother's heart hung melting o'er her child,
When my charm'd eye a flood of joy express'd,
And all the father kindled in my breast,
A sudden paleness seiz'd each guiltless face,
And death, tho' smiling, crept o'er ev'ry grace.
A mother's heart hung melting o'er her child,
When my charm'd eye a flood of joy express'd,
And all the father kindled in my breast,
A sudden paleness seiz'd each guiltless face,
And death, tho' smiling, crept o'er ev'ry grace.
Nature! be calm—heave not th' impassion'd sigh,
Nor teach one tear to tremble in my eye.
A few unspotted moments pass'd between
Their dawn of being, and their closing scene:
And sure no nobler blessing can be giv'n
When one short anguish is the price of heav'n.
Nor teach one tear to tremble in my eye.
A few unspotted moments pass'd between
Their dawn of being, and their closing scene:
And sure no nobler blessing can be giv'n
When one short anguish is the price of heav'n.
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