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On An Infant Dying As Soon as Born
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
A curious frame of Nature’s work;
A floweret crushd in the bud,
A nameless piece of Babyhood,
Was in her cradle-coffin lying;
Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying:
So soon to exchange the imprisoning womb
For darker closets of the tomb!
She did but ope an eye, and put
A clear beam forth, then straight up shut
For the long dark: neer more to see
Through glasses of mortality.
Riddle of destiny, who can show
What thy short visit meant, or know