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be , it is at least a privilege to be able to put into the hands of the young a bopk , where they may read such compositions as—« The Broken Bridge '— Sunday Evening * — 'The Mariner ' s Hymn '—( Autumn Flowers '— Sufficient to tne Day is the Evil thereoff a Dying Infant '—* I never cast a Flower away '— My
Evening '—and 'The Primrose . ' Let us give at length the address to a f Dying Infant ; * and if there be any one that does not see in it the most sad yet perfect beauty , and who does not feel it to his heart ' s core , we will not wish him that excruciatingexperience which would teach him all its truth .
« TO A DYING INFANT * Sleep , little baby , sleep ! INot in thy cradle-bed , Not on th y mother ' s brea 9 t Henceforth shall be thy rest , But with the quiet dead .
Yes , with the quiet dead , Baby ! thy Test shall be—Oh ! many a weary wight , Weary of life and light , Would fain lie down with thee
Flee , little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest—There the first flowers shall blow , The first . pure flake of snow Shall fall upon thy breast . Peace ! peace ! the little bosom
Labours with shortening breath . Peace ! peace ! that tremulous sigh Speaks his departure nigh—Those are the damps of death . I ' ve seen thee in thy beauty , A thing all health and glee : But never then wert thou
So beautiful , as now , Baby ! thou seemest to me . Thine upturned eyes glazed over Like liarebells wet with dew—Already veiled and Md By the convulsed lid , Their pupils darkly blue .
Thy little mouth half open , The lip soft quivering , As if , like summer air , Ruffling the rose leaves , there Thy sotil wore 8 uttering .
Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1834, page 343, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2633/page/31/