The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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ON THE DEATH OF THE POET'S
CHILD IN LONDON. |
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ON THE DEATH OF THE POET'S CHILD IN LONDON.
A solemn scene was here!
Absorb'd in anguish wild,
Weeping upon the bier
Of his departed child,
The father stood—parental grief was there—
He kiss'd the corse—a prey to sad despair.
Absorb'd in anguish wild,
Weeping upon the bier
Of his departed child,
The father stood—parental grief was there—
He kiss'd the corse—a prey to sad despair.
O Death! O cruel Death!
In fearful garb array'd,
How could'st thou snatch the breath
Of this sweet babe, here laid!
See, see thy victim! on her cold pale face,
A smile yet dwells, though clasp'd in thy embrace.
In fearful garb array'd,
How could'st thou snatch the breath
Of this sweet babe, here laid!
See, see thy victim! on her cold pale face,
A smile yet dwells, though clasp'd in thy embrace.
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Clos'd are those sparkling eyes:
Fled is my baby's bloom;
Her cherub form now lies
Enshrouded for the tomb.
Martha is gone—has breath'd her last—her thread
Of life is spun—is snapp'd;—the babe is dead.
Fled is my baby's bloom;
Her cherub form now lies
Enshrouded for the tomb.
Martha is gone—has breath'd her last—her thread
Of life is spun—is snapp'd;—the babe is dead.
Angels! take her soul above,
And, as you bear her through the sky,
Sing a seraph's song of love,
A song of heav'nly harmony.
Now let celestial music sound,
Strike, strike the lyre! ye heav'nly choir!
Angelic music breathe around!
And, as you bear her through the sky,
Sing a seraph's song of love,
A song of heav'nly harmony.
Now let celestial music sound,
Strike, strike the lyre! ye heav'nly choir!
Angelic music breathe around!
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