<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the death of an infant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should we weep for thee,<br> Since thou hast gone unsullied back to heaven,<br> No stain upon thy spirit's purity,<br> No sin to be forgiven?<br> <br> Love watched thee from thy birth,<br> Fond hearts around thee tireless vigils kept;<br> And o'er thy tender soul the storms of earth<br> Had never rudely swept.<br> <br> Thou art spared a fearful lore --<br> A knowledge all attain who linger here;<br> The changed, the cold, the dead, were words that bore<br> No import to thine ear.<br> <br> Methought I saw in thee,<br> Thus early as I marked by many a token,<br> A soul that might not war with Destiny,<br> A heart that could be broken.<br> <br> But sinless, tearless, gone,<br> Undimmed, unstained, who would not thus have died!<br> For thee then let these vain regrets be done,<br> These selfish tears be dried.<br> <br> Go to thy little bed!<br> The verdant turf is springing fresh and fair,<br> The flowers thou lovedst shall blossom o'er thy head,<br> The spring birds warble there.<br> <br> And while to shapeless dust<br> Thy cherub form is gently mouldering back,<br> Our thoughts shall upward soar, in hopeful trust,<br> On thy freed spirit's track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115127" data-title="On the death of an infant de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Why should we weep for thee,/ Since thou hast gone unsullied back to heaven,/ No stain upon thy spirit's purity,/ No sin to be forgiven?/ / Love watched thee from thy birth,/ Fond hearts around thee tireless vigils kept;/ And o'er thy tender s..."></div> </div> </div>

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