Poems (Spofford)/First and Last

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FIRST AND LAST.
Just come from heaven, how bright and fair
The soft locks of the baby's hair,
As if the unshut gates still shed
The shining halo round his head!

Just entering heaven, what sacred snows
Upon the old man's brow repose!
For there the opening gates have strewn
The glory from the great white throne.

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