CONN.) THURSDAY, NOVEMBER "A, 1886.

To c Mother, on ae Death of t.pO Intants.
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BY JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. Sure, to the mansions of the blest, When infdnt innocence ascends, some angel, brighter than the rest,

 The spotless spirits flight attends. O1 wings of ecstacy they rise, Beyond where worlds material roll; m some fair sister of the skies,

 Receives the unpolluted soul. That inextinguishable beam,

 With dust united at our birth, oneds more dim, ,discolored gleam,

 The more it fingers upon earth. Closed Tn this dark abode of clay, The stream of glory tintly burns :- Not unobserved, the lucid ray 10 Its own native fount returns. But when the Lord of mortal breath . Decrees his bounty to resume, And points the silent shaft of death, Which speeds an imfant to the tomb Nopasslon fierce, nor low desire,

 Has quenched the radiance of the flame; Back to its God the living fire

 Reverts, unclouded as it came. Fond mourner be that solace thine

 Let hope her healing charm impart, And soothe, with melodies divine,

 The anguish of mothers heart. Q think! the darhngs of thy love, .. Dvested of this earthly clod, @s-TF Amid unnumbered saints above, Back in the bosom of their God. Oftheir short pilgrimage on earth

 Still tender images remain: Still, still they bless thee for their birth, Still flial gratitude retain. .... Each anxious care, each rending sigh,

 That wTung for them the parents breast, Dwells on remembrance in the sky, Amid the raptures of the blest. Der thee, with looks of love they bend; For thee the Lord of life implore And oft from sainted bliss descend,

 Thy wounded quiet to restore. Oft, in the stiffness of the night,

 They smoothe the pillow of thy bed; Of, till the morn's returning light, Still watchful hover OCT thy head. Hark in such strains as saints employ, They whisper to thy bosom peace; Calm the perturbed heart to joy,

 And bid the streaming sorrow, cease. Then dry, henceforth, the bitter tear;

 Their part and thine inverted see :- Thou vert their guardian angel here, They guardian angels mosO to thee