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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Funeral Poem On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through airy roads he wings his instant flight<br>To purer regions of celestial light;<br>Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,<br>Beneath him sees the universal whole,<br>Planets on planets run their destin'd round,<br>And circling wonders fill the vast profound.<br>Th' ethereal now, and now th' empyreal skies<br>With growing splendors strike his wond'ring eyes:<br>The angels view him with delight unknown,<br>Press his soft hand, and seat him on his throne;<br>Then smilling thus: 'To this divine abode,<br>'The seat of saints, of seraphs, and of God,<br>'Thrice welcome thou.' The raptur'd babe replies,<br>'Thanks to my God, who snatch'd me to the skies,<br>'E'er vice triumphant had possess'd my heart,<br>'E'er yet the tempter had beguil d my heart,<br>'E'er yet on sin's base actions I was bent,<br>'E'er yet I knew temptation's dire intent;<br>'E'er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt,<br>'E'er vanity had led my way to guilt,<br>'But, soon arriv'd at my celestial goal,<br>'Full glories rush on my expanding soul.'<br>Joyful he spoke: exulting cherubs round<br>Clapt their glad wings, the heav'nly vaults resound.<br> Say, parents, why this unavailing moan?<br>Why heave your pensive bosoms with the groan?<br>To Charles, the happy subject of my song,<br>A brighter world, and nobler strains belong.<br>Say would you tear him from the realms above<br>By thoughtless wishes, and prepost'rous love?<br>Doth his felicity increase your pain?<br>Or could you welcome to this world again<br>The heir of bliss? with a superior air<br>Methinks he answers with a smile severe,<br>'Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me there.'<br> But still you cry, 'Can we the sigh borbear,<br>'And still and still must we not pour the tear?<br>'Our only hope, more dear than vital breath,<br>'Twelve moons revolv'd, becomes the prey of death;<br>'Delightful infant, nightly visions give<br>'Thee to our arms, and we with joy receive,<br>'We fain would clasp the Phantom to our breast,<br>'The Phantom flies, and leaves the soul unblest.'<br> To yon bright regions let your faith ascend,<br>Prepare to join your dearest infant friend<br>In pleasures without measure, without end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Phillis+Wheatley">Phillis Wheatley</a><div class=q>
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To purer regions of celestial light;
Enlarg'd he sees unnumber'd systems roll,
Beneath him sees the universal whole,
Planets on planets run their destin'd round,
And circling wonders fill the vast pro..."></div>
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