ON THE DEATH oR YOUNG CHILD.
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Sweet babe, with thee 'tis early eight,


Thy pratlings soon are o'er,--
And thou thy mothers fond delight,
Her only hope, and hope so bright,


Alas art now no more.
Sweet babe, thy features stiff and cold,


And oh J. such deadly white,
Though form'd from natures swestest mould
With sparkling hair and eyes Of gold,


Afford no more delight.
Sweet babe, thy mothers cheeks are wet,


For thee the tear-drop falls,
Ia thee her hopes aud wishes met,
And thee she'll never, ne'er forget,


While love or nature calls.
Lov'd babe, now clay-cold, once 30 sweet.


AS morning Aow'r Of May,
No more wilt thou thy mother greet,
But lie in deaths cold winding sheet,


Till time shall fee away.
Sweet babe. we mourn thy early night,


Thy sun too soon has set:
Alas. thou'rt absent from our sight,
No more we see thy shining light;


Yet thee we'll ne'er forget.
Sweet babe, eternity shall come,


Though Ions and dark thy night.
Then thou shalt rise from deaths dark tomb
Aud in immortal beauties bloom


IN hesv'n forever bright.
Gweet babe. and there thy mother dear,


Thou there wilt happy meet,
And with the friends that loved thee here
No more will fall the parting tear.


While PLACID al jesus feet
Sweet babe thy ispng praise shall rise.


Like incens Of an even,
Arosndthe throne, above the skies
Where angels gaze with wond,rine ewes:
fes, thou wilt dwell in heay,n.
Sweet babe, sleep on, we'll mourn thee .ot


Though early was thy even.
For thou hast left an earthly spot.
And found better, brighter lot.


In the blest joys of heav'n,
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My happy early death /?
And thou, mother, stay, oh STAY,
= Nor mourn your feetins hours away.
For short win be your breath.
Soon you shall join with me above,


Though dark may be your ev'n,
And sing an endless song of love;
And happy shall your transit prove.
rom earth below. TO heav'n."
0Sess babe, Sleep on, now o'er thy grave,
Shall spring the flower fiose,
ra 1aa we the falling tear " iii gave.
"1ies nem'ry Of thyisweetn&s gave,


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