Poems (Edwards)/An Epitaph for an Infant
EPITAPH FOR AN INFANT.
Beneath this stone in soft repose,
Is laid a mother's dearest pride,
A flower, that scarce had waked to life,
And light, and beauty, ere it died;
God, in his wisdom, has recalled
The precious boon his love had given,
And though the casket moulders here,
The gem is sparkling now in Heaven.
Is laid a mother's dearest pride,
A flower, that scarce had waked to life,
And light, and beauty, ere it died;
God, in his wisdom, has recalled
The precious boon his love had given,
And though the casket moulders here,
The gem is sparkling now in Heaven.