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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Baby's Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little soul scarce fledged for earth<br>Takes wing with heaven again for goal<br>Even while we hailed as fresh from birth<br> A little soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,<br>Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth<br>What things are writ in heaven's full scroll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fruitfulness is there but dearth,<br>And all things held in time's control<br>Seem there, perchance, ill dreams, not worth<br> A little soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little feet that never trod<br>Earth, never strayed in field or street,<br>What hand leads upward back to God<br> The little feet?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A rose in June's most honied heat,<br>When life makes keen the kindling sod,<br>Was not so soft and warm and sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their pilgrimage's period<br>A few swift moons have seen complete<br>Since mother's hands first clasped and shod<br> The little feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little hands that never sought<br>Earth's prizes, worthless all as sands,<br>What gift has death, God's servant, brought<br> The little hands?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We ask: but love's self silent stands,<br>Love, that lends eyes and wings to thought<br>To search where death's dim heaven expands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere this, perchance, though love know nought,<br>Flowers fill them, grown in lovelier lands,<br>Where hands of guiding angels caught<br> The little hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little eyes that never knew<br>Light other than of dawning skies,<br>What new life now lights up anew<br> The little eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows but on their sleep may rise<br>Such light as never heaven let through<br>To lighten earth from Paradise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No storm, we know, may change the blue<br>Soft heaven that haply death descries<br>No tears, like these in ours, bedew<br> The little eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was life so strange, so sad the sky,<br> So strait the wide world's range,<br>He would not stay to wonder why<br> Was life so strange?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was earth's fair house a joyless grange<br> Beside that house on high<br>Whence Time that bore him failed to estrange?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That here at once his soul put by<br> All gifts of time and change,<br>And left us heavier hearts to sigh<br> 'Was life so strange?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Angel by name love called him, seeing so fair<br> The sweet small frame;<br>Meet to be called, if ever man's child were,<br> Angel by name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rose-bright and warm from heaven's own heart he came,<br> And might not bear<br>The cloud that covers earth's wan face with shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His little light of life was all too rare<br> And soft a flame:<br>Heaven yearned for him till angels hailed him there<br> Angel by name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song that smiled upon his birthday here<br>Weeps on the grave that holds him undefiled<br>Whose loss makes bitterer than a soundless tear<br> The song that smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His name crowned once the mightiest ever styled<br>Sovereign of arts, and angel: fate and fear<br>Knew then their master, and were reconciled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we saw born beneath some tenderer sphere<br>Michael, an angel and a little child,<br>Whose loss bows down to weep upon his bier<br> The song that smiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Takes wing with heaven again for goal
Even while we hailed as fresh from birth
 A little soul.

Our thoughts ring sad as bells that toll,
Not knowing beyond this blind world's girth
What things are writ in he..."></div>
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